The Grabber
The GrabberBaby where's that grabber
Uhh..what grabber...say me
Oh you know...my picker upper...say you
You know River Dove...what I use in the yard
Ohh...say me...hmm...that thing
Ahh Ohh...River Dove? What did you do...say you
Well Ooopsney...say me
I sat down and I didn't see it there
And it grabbed me and I thought it was one of
Them there big ole pinchin bugs cause it hurt
And I tried and tried to free up my butt cheek
But the harder I tried, the tighter it pinched.
Then the door bell rang, so I made my way
To the door with a big ole grab pole swayin
Back and forth from my butt, I swear it looked
Like I had a big ole tail, and the more I walked
The tighter that thing pinched, so I was walkin
Pretty funny, my knees were knocked, my left
Hip stuck way over to the side, and I grabbed my
Boobs for support cause it hurt too much to grab
My butt...well I finally made it to the door and
lo and behold it was Thelma...the preachers wife.
She said oh my River Dove you don't look well today.
I said that's cause I have a grabber stuck to my butt Ma'am
Ohh my...say her and she tried and tried to free me up
But Ooopsney the more she tried the tighter the
Thing got and it hurt. So then she went lookin for
Your tools, she grabbed the crowbar and a pair
Channel locks, and a hammer. Well when I saw
Her comin at me with all them tools I went runnin.
Thing is...she ran after me and I ran out the door
And she followed. I was runnin with all my might
Down the street and you know Ooopsney...that
Grabber fell right off but it bounced and went
Down a manhole and I heard someone scream
Down there and I looked back at the preacher's
Wife and she was being arrested for chasin me
With all them tools. But my butt sure felt a lot better
And later the preacher got the Mrs out of jail, and when
She and I told him the story...he had the same
Look on his face that you have on yours Ooopsney
Only he rubbed his forehead and said Lord have mercy
So that's what happened to your grabber Ooopsney...
Those things are dangerous, and I have a big
Ole bruise.......Look....see?
Yeah...I see...say you
I love you Ooopsney...but no more grabbers...ok?
Yeah...Ok...I love you too River Dove
By Rita Kay Webb
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