The Tale of the Piggy

O weary travelers three,
crossed o'er the dusty plains
from the land of the river city
with cherry limeades on their brains.

At dusk arrived to a hero's refrain,
as all prodigal grandchildren are,
and lo they rode the mexican train,
although they didn't ride it far.

For none may win through skill or guile
as Fate alone makes piggy-tails,
only for the hours away to while,
and easier than going to garage sales.

And comes the morn when all must pause
and remember those who came before
with blossoms lacking nature's flaws,
purchased from the Hobby Lobby store.


Go we hence to that shady grove,
shaded by majestic petroleum tanks,
and in the unyielding ground drove
undying branches in acts of thanks.

And while the flower may salve the soul,
And the grandson may drive the car,
The sun will take a heavy toll,
but a cherry limade goes far.

In the house of the Youngest Case, 
A hamburger feast is laid
before these travelers of rapid pace
and for awhile waylaid.


Six hours did they spend at Mexican train
and even the greatest of them did fail
since fate alone over power or brain
determines the piggy-tail.


And so a hot new day dawns,
And Braces bookstore calls, 
And we are used as medical pawns,
To keep post-op Bob from falls.


At last the crew finds cool relief
in the hills o'erlooking the lake,
in a pool of grandeur beyond belief,
where much did they recreate.