A Hungry Angel

Once upon a time I was a fur trapper,

By the moment I could walk.

I was never much of a night time napper,

Following my grandPap all around,

Learning to move through the cypress and Spanish moss swamp

Without a sound.

My father bought a billiard table

Hoping to make me more homebound

Around the cradle;

But I became really good,

Soon going places I never should have.

By twelve, I became a gambler,

A pool shark

And a poker table rambler.

I began so very young

Smiling like the morning sun.

By sixteen, I was lean

And mean,

Had a business playing pool

And constantly  turning profit

So it seemed.

I won far more than I lost,

I’d take the golden chance no matter the cost.

There was a lake up the road with a beach display like a fair,

I gambled there without a care;

But soon, I met a fifteen-year-old girl

Who gave me a real whirl.

Now all I want to do is hang out with her,

Soon forgetting all about gambling

Or fur.

The girl and me fell head over heels,

Then I forgot all about setting traps

And making deals.

Our relationship was solid

And strong;

But because of her mother’s fear

It didn’t last but a year-long.

When senior prom time rolled around

That gal was nowhere to be found.

So I am back at the lake shooting pool

And taking a hundred-dollar chance.

When late March rolled around, I was at the nine o'clock dance.

I felt there was so much luck for me on that day

That I had to find myself a new way.

Soon, I met this new woman,

She looked like she’d walked off a beach centerfold

A-sunnin.

She dressed and behaved like she was university educated.

She was truly a well-traveled

sophisticated lady.

She met me at the dance every Friday

And Saturday night;

If you could have seen us two together

It would have certainly been a most colorful sight.

Then she said she wanted to go riding,

So I took her out on this late July evening.

Down in the backwoods, around eleven at night

There isn’t much for a lady that would seem right.

She soon asked me if I knew where there was a pool,

So we could carouse around where it was cool.

But for some fifty miles around out late ‘neath the full moon,

There was no such scene to be found.

But we motored out behind Aunt Gertrudes

To Singletary’s Mill Pond,

Where the bourbon colored swamp water slowly flows

To the sound of the bullfrogs.

When I asked her if she had a bathing suit,

She smiles and replies

“Why such a restraining use?”

We both unhesitatingly  strip down

Leaping in,

Frolicking around in dark water

and sin.

We heard a screen door slam up ahead,

If the three booted feet moving around caught us

We figured we’d both soon be dead.

When I met her at the dance the following weekend

We motored away to her apartment.

There, we both spent the entire night.

Oh,

How the fine sensation felt so right!

On the following Friday night, she met me again,

Where we continued in this life of sin.

We then  got a room for the entire weekend down by the beach,

So far away from anybody's reach.

For some four months, we motored out to a new place

In search of our own private space.

Each and every weekend, I put her out at different home,

Never once thinking of the seeds I’d sown.

Then, one Friday nigh,t she never showed up at the dance,

When I was really in sore need of some intense romance.

So then I searched  for her far

And wide,

But I couldn’t find her

Though I tried

And tried.

Then on Saturday, the same was true,

What on earth was I now gonna do?

After four such weekends, I felt something from my life was long lost,

But when gambling with emotions

Such is the potential cost.

Some two months later, I got up with my high school gang.

We met up at Clay Shaw’s hut to do our own thing.

One night, Devon up and said he had an announcement,

Declaring that

He had met this woman who was most certainly heaven-sent!

He had been seeing her for more than a year..,

Understand?

To all our sudden astonishment

He informs us that in a month, he’d be a married man!

He tells us

He was having a coming-out party to introduce his

Soon to be wife,

Saying she was

The best thing that had ever happened in his life!

This formal party was gonna be held at the Myrtle Beach Hilton Inn,

And all of us were invited to attend.

There, Steve Strikland was lead singer of  his magic band,

The general associations were ever so grand,

The casual-rock music played was very soft

And nice,

The limitless wine and beer was served up on ice.

Halfway through the party, Devon announces for us to behold,

She’s to make entry!

The name was Lisa Hammerstein

If it hasn’t left me.

The sound of her name never rang any bell

Here in this crazy story I have to tell.

When she entered in her firm white formal dress attire

Causes every man present to jaw drop

And gasp!

Her dark, sparkling eyes shall forever be admired.

Back then, I simply couldn’t believe what my eyes did see.

She was that long-lost angel who had once frolicked around for many a night with me,

Ever so eager

And inviting,

Ever so hungrily!

I was never the one to repeat gossip  like a ringing chime,

So fellow

You’d better be sure to read and listen the first time!.