Mercy! Mercy! That Dang Nabed PERCY!

Bo Brister

Bo Brister

I have some kind of flu and saw the doctor yesterday. He gave me some medications and my wife the nurse is making sure I take them….Of course I’ll do that….

Anyway last night the fever broke and often in a fevered state really strange stuff comes to mind….even stranger than usual. For example the resonance of the following poem kept cycling through my mine screaming out to be recorded….Then the dog Chloe nuzzled by hand and I let the two outside to do their business, while I scribbled it down.

Bo Brister, Had a sister
Her name was Ellie May
And I went and kissed her
When she came out to play
We hopped the scotch together
And passed the time of day
Bo Brister, had a sister
Her name was Ellie May

Is that a fevered poem or what?