Photo by RP Thomas
The Wag, Ted
The wag, the same one you've heard
about,
the best and worst customer in Tex’s Tavern,
once said: “The best thing about
Talent is that
it takes none to live here. The land is enough,
the Rogue is rough and the freeway,
should you feel
the need to go somewhere, is right
over there.”
The wag was tight and nodded in
the wrong direction.
But he went on anyway: “The fields are green, though
often brown, and
the sheep are easy and fearless; the
beer is warm and cheap at Tex’s Tavern, and
Lizzie
DeLay is reckless; but at bottom, wink, wink, a doll.”
The wag’s droll friend Rex Dern said,
“Ted, it may be
Time to go.” Lizzie, better at directions than the wag
Ted,
lifted her head and then a brow; toward the door
her red eyes did roll. “Poor Ted, he’ll soon be dead,”
Tex announced one day as he counted
his money.
“He’s bleeding me dry, and though
he may look spry,
the booze will soon kill him—and if it doesn't,
I will.”TS
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