FROM THE LAND OF COTTON

FROM THE LAND OF COTTON

Roger A. Davis

There once was a box of Q-Tips that belonged to an aged Southern gent
A few of the hygiene tools dug out his ear wax and into the trash away they went
The Q-Tip family had hoped for a less mundane fate
Then the old man died and his 16 year old granddaughter, Kate, inherited his estate
She and her family moved in the next day
Which just happened to be her birthday
A cake was baked but no candles were found
And it was too late and too far to go to town
In the box, 16 Q-Tips lay in a row
And those mundane objects became stars of the show
Ends clipped and dipped in coal oil, the candles underwent transformation
Lit, they topped the cake for Kate’s birthday celebration
Old time days from the Land of Cotton
Look away, look away, and don’t let this story be forgotten