Reverend's Horse Needs Shod: Pine-Gum and Turpentine

saddlebag doctor
took a dose of his
own medicine prophesy
in the bag, he melted a pound
of pine-gum in the forge of the livery
stable, "Reverend's horse needs shod,
he's thrown a sermon,"

thronged with
pedestrians and
mounted men, the
streets were busy with
commerce - and religion,
you bet you by god,

Reverend's horse
transported the reformed
sinner, or so he said, still
relating tall tales to anyone
who would listen, rider came
into the stable, "Hea Reverend,
what you need is a pigging rope
on Jesus' horn, spill that big ol' steer,
sermon weighs a ton,"

saddlebag doctor,
wailed, "stop your flap
tryin' to flog Reverend
a potion, what he needs
is bein' prescribed, hell he's
entitled to be called Reverend
if people think that means he has
god's qualifications, so be it, Reverend's
horse needs shod, he's thrown a sermon,
the discharge from his bowels are simply
enormous, the contents of his colon probably
kicked out of him blowin' off his shoe."

Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist