Binky
Binky
Well, back to Binky -- she's our cat --
The first pet -- Hold that thought.
I just remembered little Squeaks --
The day he fin'ly bought
The farm, that is, and that poor mouse
Ron blasted into space …
And both of those to mourning blues --
Now back to Binky's case.
She'd just had kittens -- five or six.
We watched the whole ordeal.
Was kinda gross, as I recall,
Each latching to its meal.
I don't remember how it was
I happened to have change --
It could have come from A. Tait Buck --
That wouldn't have been so strange.
For quite some time on Saturdays,
At church -- our day of rest --
Well, after church we brothers three
Were waiting to get blessed!
Methinks ol' Tait was waiting too --
At least for Mom to show.
What better ruse than bribe her kids
With monetary dough!
Of course the topic 'mungst us kids
Soon focused on, "How much?"
Inquiring minds have need to know
The "this" and "that" of such …
So, go direct, I always say,
And so I did that day --
That ended change from A. Tait Buck
(To all of our dismay!)
I tell you this to tell you how
I prob'ly had my stash --
Enough to sneak out to the store
With my small hoard of cash!
Was almost giddy with the thought
As I went out the door,
I didn't want Bud or Ron to know
That I went to the store.
They'd talk me out of all my stuff,
Or yet, a better plan
Would be to "borrow" half my stash,
While saying, "You
the man!"
But if that money all got spent,
Its purchases consumed --
I'd have my cake and eat it too!
Their plans -- they'd all be doomed!
The store was half a mile away.
My mom would have said "No!"
A three-lane highway must be crossed,
Sometimes with heavy flow.
But I had managed that -- no sweat --
When something up ahead
Had caught my eye -- a furry lump --
'Twas Binky. She was dead!
I turned and ran a quarter mile --
My eyes were filled with tears.
I burst in through the kitchen door.
My voice couldn't quell my fears …
"Binky's dead!" I loudly wailed
As I sank into a chair.
Many questions followed quickly.
Then I led them back to where
Binky lay all crumpled in a pile.
We gently took her home --
Dug a grave and held a service --
Sent her off, no more to roam.