Your Folks by Ben Laney

She's got an eight-by-ten glossy
of her Mom and Dad on the wall
I see it up there shining
every time I walk down the hall
She says she wants me to meet them
I just stand there shaking my head
I look back around at that photo
and the mere thought fills my heart with dread

And I say, Baby, Baby, Baby,
I'm not quite ready to meet your folks
Every time you bring up the subject
my throat tightens like it's in a hangman's rope
If your parents ask about me
tell them I'm at sea in an unmarked boat
Oh, Baby, Baby, Baby,
I'm not quite ready to meet your folks

Her Daddy retired from wrestling
back in nineteen eighty-eight
He's got a face that resembles
the south end of a north bound freight
Now he's into buying and selling
and doing repairs out in his shop
He's got a business card that reads,
"I'd be happy to clean your clock"

And I say, Baby, Baby, Baby,
I'm not quite ready to meet your folks
Every time you bring up the subject
my throat tightens like it's in a hangman's rope
If your parents ask about me
tell them I'm at sea in an unmarked boat
Oh, Baby, Baby, Baby,
I'm not quite ready to meet your folks

Her Momma's into construction
she's as tough as a lumber jack
She drives around in a dump truck
all the guys on her crew call her "Mack"
She can swing a nine pound hammer
along side the best of those men
That's why they smuggle cigars to her
every time she goes to the pen

And I say, Baby, Baby, Baby,
I'm not quite ready to meet your folks
Every time you bring up the subject
my throat tightens like it's in a hangman's rope
If your parents ask about me
tell them I'm at sea in an unmarked boat....

I'm in the Andes herding some goats....
I'm in Brussels, jotting down notes....
I'm at the mall, trying on coats....
I'm in England, digging a moat....
I gone fishing in Idaho....
I've been touring in Tokyo....
I'm in hiding in Ohio....
I've run off with the rodeo....
I'm out sailing with Billy Joe....
I'm in the Bronx trying on cloaks....
I'm in the woods catching poison oak....
I'm in the tub having a soak....
I'm in L. A. writing bad jokes....
(Deeeep breath)

Tell them whatever you want, Darlin',
But Baby, Baby, Baby,
I'm not quite ready to meet your folks!

Martin Vann (63.208.40.110) -- Wednesday, October 29 2003, 06:35 pm

Enough Already, about her folks...,
Ben,

I'm wondering about their daughter, what a situation, you have gotten in. I suggest you paint your-self, fuzzy white, find a research laborotory, be their white mouse, then you can truly, say, baby, tell your folks, I'm busy saving mankind and, I'm out of the house!

Get beleive, the stuff you get in.

Super poem or epataph

MartinV

Ben (67.123.253.123) -- Wednesday, October 29 2003, 07:44 pm

Martin, I'm on the MOON.......
Martin, I'm on the MOON writing a new tune... I'm in the desert buried under a dune...I'm gone and not comin' back too SOON! Ha! Ha! Haaaaa! Thank you VERY much for your comment and your suggestion is one I hadn't thought about! Her folks did make me think about signing up with NASA to be an astronaut, but I don't think they would send me far away enough from earth! Thanks again, AAA-MEE-GOO!***Ben

Terrie* (65.148.210.156) -- Sunday, November 2 2003, 07:58 pm

C - U on the moon.....Ben
ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! Ben , are you still avoiding her parents? 'ay cool poem i like this...i'll visit you on the moon..it will be a breeze ...you'll be the only tall long haired GREEN-GO there wearing a hat and carrying a guitar :) Terrie*

Ben (67.122.250.227) -- Wednesday, November 5 2003, 06:53 am

Me and Pink Floyd, Terrie*, on the DARK side......
Yes, me and Pink Floyd Terrie*, on the DARK side of the moon! Just don't let HER FOLKS know! Ha! Ha! Haaaa! Thank you a lot, a lot for your comment, it REALLY is appreciated very much. I am happy to know you enjoyed this over active imagination reaction to an eight-by-ten glossy that inspired this writing! ***Ben

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