Eel Powder
Eel Powder
A pinch in a pot'll do ya,
the ad says, but J & I
are foolin' around at White's Pond,
makin' baby eels to feed the brim,
J jostles my arm
while I'm holding the jar
and in she goes.
Fishin's not so fun anymore:
somethin's eatin' all the brim,
the Whites' mutt's gone missin',
and Suzie's little brother, Todd
ain't been seen since yesterday.
So, J,
I won't tell if you won't,
but I'm not fishin' at White's again,
I'm walkin' the 2 miles
to the pond by the cemetery
from now on--
it's safe enough;
them ghouls don't come out till full dark.