Miss Bradley Regrets

Betty Jo, Betty Jo
Where’d you go
Got to get to Hooterville
Got to get some Shady Rest also
Your sisters are nice
But it’s only you I love
Send away that Mike
Circling so nosily above
Missed your birthday
September 6-teen
But you’ll always be
My homecoming queen
Betty Jo, Betty Jo
There’s such stinging, horrid unrest
In the dusty old Middle East
Can Mike fly Mohammed to the Shady Rest
Maybe he’d play checkers
With sage, wise Sam Drucker
Just keep him away from Mr. Haney
Such a mad chicken plucker
Then maybe we’d’ve peace at last
Then away we could go
Oh won’t you please be mine
Betty Jo, Betty Jo


About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

Posted on September 19, 2012, in Poem. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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