On the death of Lash LaRue

Frank W. Donovan

Well Lash Larue is most singularly defunct,
no help from blue eyed death,
swish, snip, crack,
awash in popcorn,
on a black horse
dressed in black,
Lash I mean,
you know who I mean,
swish, swish, swish,
snip, snip snip,
a final crack,
and that was that.

To us kids now aged,
that whip lashed out,
Divine guidance,
in the true path
Crack.

Crack went the cock,
into all those women,
with a few swishes
for good measure.
Maybe ten legalized,
sort of.

Lash ,
if you could tell us,
which was longer,
your whip or your cock,
and which had the larger crack.

Us kids preferred
the swish and crack of the whip.