My TV

The mill house filled with oats, kept the mice in feeding heaven,

the cat was gaining weight, his daily mouse intake was seven,

the farmer’s daughter fed the horses oats and fresh picked barley,

while the son was searching ads, for a working vintaged Harley,

the mule had spent a restless night, mosquitos bit its nose,

the wife was trimming flowers, she gayly snipped a scarlet rose,

the kids were swimming in the stream, diving from a tree,

the paper boy on his new bike, brought news for folks to see,

the dentist and his happy drill, frightened children as they screamed,

the seamstress ironed starchy shirts, she whistled as she steamed,

the railroad crossing bells were broken, the mayor blew a fuse,

he pointed to the train approaching, shouting madly at the crews,

who rested ‘neath the maple tree, eating fresh made apple pie,

instead of fixing broken bells, before someone could die,

today the sleepy town in Georgia, cancelled their parade,

the honoree was drunk at home, the people felt betrayed,

life goes on as news show flooding, on the banks of Tennessee,

me, I’m staying stoned at home, and watch it all on my TV.