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FOOD AT LAST

One day me and Buzz were sitting in the kitchen,
We were very hungry and we were bitching.

We were wishing we had something to eat,
Then we noticed Comet walking around our feet.

Comet caught on quickly and he took out running for the door,
Buzz was right behind him..I knew we werent gonna be hungry anymore.

Poor Comet kept on runningbut Buzzard was too fast,
Buzz caught Comet in the neighbors yard, we had food at last.

When we were both done eating, we had a bit of sorrow,
Because we had no idea what we were going to have tomorrow.

As we sat there dumb and fat,
It came to my attention that the neighbor had a cat.

The next night me and Buzzard both dressed up in Camo, and we snuck across the alley,
We were in a hurry and we did not dilly dally.

After catching Fluffy, we dropped down to our knees,
And started through the neighbors garden, when I noticed the sweet peas.

I grabbed a few for garnish, I kept on crawling and hit my knee on a pipe,
Thats when I noticed that the tomatoes were ripe, so I grabbed a couple of them too.

Later that night, as me and Buzzard lay in bed,
I had thoughts running through my head.

I, as usual, was thinking of life,
When Buzz reached under the pillow and pulled out a knife.

We both began to struggle, and I got cut on the top of my hand.
I grabbed Buzzard by his tail and threw him into the ceiling fan.

His head hit the blades and Buzz hit the floor.
I picked him up and carried him to the refrigerator door.

I went back to bed and heard such a clatter.
I ran to the kitchen to see what was the matter.

Buzz had come to, and kicked open the refrigerator door.
He leaped off the shelf and his feet hit the floor.

He ran down the alley clean out of sight.
So I went back to bed thinking, This shit aint right.

I had decided that if Buzz ever came back,
I would not trust him or cut him no slack.

So when I go to bed now, I lock all the doors,
And put heavy objects over the holes in my floors.

This poem may sound like bullshit, but Im telling you.
If things get much worse, it could fucking come true.

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