Sidewinder

The dirt farmer's wife is hanging
her laundry on the line
she's wasting her life
but other than that
she's doing fine
the gut wagon rolls
trailing a cloud of flies along
holding her nose she's trying to hear
the buzzard's song
sidewinder spoiled my shot
at my precious forget-me-not
it's a red letter day
and we've all confessed
to petty crimes
what can she say
that hasn't been said a hundred times
the dirt farmer swears
his fruit is as fresh as the early spring
what does he care that she's
finding worms in everything
sidewinder spoiled my shot
at my precious forget-me-not
claimjumper stole my spot
next to me precious forget-me-not
the weed garden grows
just outside the kitchen door
the dirt farmer knows
it won't be in bloom
like it was before
sidewinder spoiled my shot
at my precious forget-me-not
claimjumper stole my spot
next to me precious forget-me-not