God Sent An E-F-5 My Way
On Sunday last my troubles blew away in an E-F-5.
Good grief, Big Mean mama said, “Could you not keep my boy alive?”
I had been praying for a wonderful catastrophe like this.
For Frank G. Dell was a rounder, a real misfit.
He was known to slap me and punch me and beat me around.
I was optimistic when I heard the E-F-5 tornado sound.
The highest of winds came up hard, and they came up fast.
I did not know if either one of us would last.
“Take them!” he yelled, pointing straight at the baby and me.
Our darling child, aptly named Miss Dee.
I knew he was awful. I knew he was bad.
But he was my husband, and Miss Dee’s Dad.
The wind promptly picked him up and gave him a spank.
This was the end of my husband, my old man named Frank.
I’ll raise his child, Big Mama said to me.
A few minutes later, her corpse was hanging from a tree.
God sent that E-F-5 to save me that day.
When you mess with good people, you simply must pay.
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