Lovingly Dedicated to my Wonderful Big Brother

Every time he saw a drawer
Junior's curiosity soared
He couldn't help but plunder
Whenever he got bored

The junk drawers were so tempting
And Mother had a few
Full of odds and ends best thrown away
So, what's a boy to do?

One day, he was looking through
The uppermost chest drawer
He sorted through buttons, string and tape
Then, what do you think he saw?

There before him in full view
Was a brand new leather belt
He decided that he'd put it on
And make his waist look svelte

Just as his hand reached for the belt
The darn thing started wiggling
He shut the drawer and turned around
Then heard Mother giggling

Junior cautiously opened the drawer again
His hands began to shake
With a closer look, he realized
Ye gads!  It was a snake

He screamed at Mother, "Get the gun."
"I'm gonna hunt 'im down."
Mother herded the kids outside
Then she loaded a round

Junior wasn't worried, though
As he took careful aim
Mother opened up the drawer
But the snake was playing a game

It had disappeared, but Junior knew
It was somewhere in that chest
As Mother opened drawer after drawer
Junior shot the linens to heck

Finally, there was one drawer left
The scoundrel must be there
As the drawer was slowly opened
Junior quavered with despair

Face to face now one must die
The battle had begun
Mother screamed and Junior shot
That pesky son of a gun

It measured out at five feet long
Junior hung it on a pole
And for the next two years we slept upon
Sheets that were full of holes

The moral of this story
Is very profound but fun
If you plunder in another's drawers
You'd better be ready to run

Kathleen McCoy EldridgeŠ
July 17, 2005
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