Poetry – Tom (WordWulf) Sterner


There was a crooked girl

She drove a crooked car

I met the crooked girl

in a crooked people bar


She don’t sleep at night

talks the hours away

wigglin’, gigglin’

she come out to play


Little bit o’ gypsy

dancin’ by the moon

likes to play with fire

& the silver spoon


Crooked little girl

drove her crooked car

out into the desert

underneath the stars


Daddy called her princess

Momma called her pie

Preacher called her darlin’

taught her how to fly


Folk sit & wonder

why don’t she come home

Crooked little girl

got the travelin’ bone


Native folk don’t mettle

with the crooked or the damned

leave ’em hell alone

hide ’em from the man



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© 2016 artwork, music & words

conceived by & property of

tom (WordWulf) sterner 2016 ©


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