The Ballad Of The Farmer's Wife

In the small barren town in Mississippi
There lived a farmer and his wife
Both opposites of personality
With shared distastes of common life.

While the farmer's wife was boiling lobsters in a pot
She heard three knocks on the door:
An old widowed beggar stood there,
Pleading with both knees on the floor.

She only wanted a few grits
A few scraps from the oven or pan
But the farmer's wife showed no mercy
And off the beggar skedaddled and ran.

Karma one day will soon come
For this farmer's wife and her ways
Soon the tables will turn
Limited and short will be her days.

A few years down depression hit
The bank took their little farm back
Money and food both scarce as hen's teeth
Together they built a Hoover shack.

The farmer's wife now the beggar
Begging for scraps of potatoes or a hot plate
People showed her the same mercy
As she had with the ole woman's fate.

Karma has finally come
For this farmer's wife and her ways
The tables have finally turned
Limited and short are her days.

The farmer's wife now the victim of her deeds
Her husband gone from starvation
She lay her head on her cold hearted pillow
And Death then came to give her salvation.