November 30, 2017
Emma’s Ex
By J. Douglas Hinds
I was sittin’ in the kitchen
Half starin’ at my cup
Emma was makin’ biscuits
When the subject just came up
What happen to your husband
I asked her right out straight
He left for Colorado she said
He hated this here state
Emma must be sixty
Or maybe sixty five
She spends her time a cookin’
And just keeping us alive
As she salted her chicken gravy
I heard her softly sigh
He had some nasty habits she said
For a Texas kind of guy
I didn’t like his drinkin’
Or the way he wouldn’t shave
He took too much for granted
Likin’ I was just his slave
But one thing really got me
Bout that ornery, cussed man
He wore his boots and spurs to bed
That’s one thing I couldn’t stand
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