The Wreck of the Mary, Dear (Kenneth B. Cassell) There once was a person named Mary A lovely young girl from the dairy. A mind without fear A face fresh and clear With bright cheeks just as red as a berry. She went to the high school quite local And went with an oaf, yes a yokel Her values declined With her sharpness of mind As his walk and his talk became focal. The oaf was a foul mouth-ed brute Profane words from his brain he would shoot Mary copied his cant And when Mary would rant The foul words came right out with a toot. Now as Mary continued her tryst Her friends did withdraw in the mist For a mind that was clean Had lost its bright sheen With curses each sentence she hissed. When Mary's poor parents tried to talk Out of the room Mary did walk With her words mixed with color Her replies became duller And were like the stench of a gym sock. Her parents with might they did pray. So touched, Mary saw through the decay What have I become? I talk like some scum. And her life turned around on that day. The oaf found another to taint Mary heeded parental complaint She read scriptures at night Regained spiritual sight And became a good Latter Day Saint. Copyright, 1997, Kenneth B. Cassell All Rights Reserved. KBC APR99
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