Frankie Snit…

This here’s another story about old Frankie Snit…. His smells just like death, but folks get used to it… He looks just like his grandmother, but he’s learned to view it as a gift…. However Frankie doesn’t like to talk in public, because he has a harelip…

Frankie often hops the local train and goes wherever it will… He likes to dwell in open door boxcars… thinks of it as a thrill…

Some say Frankie has a girlfriend at the South end of town… But everyone knows it’s his sister, They like to dress up as clowns…

They like to get up on stage and tell some wild yarns… about roaming through the countryside, and sleeping with animals in barns…telling of encounters with drifters they’ve had, gypsies selling snake oil…. evenings camping down by a riverside, enjoying a good old fashioned crab boil…

They have a fisherman friend named Terry… and the story they tell is this… He will pull up his boat beside you some nights, and cook up some fresh caught fish… Terry doesn’t ask you for money, hes just happy to spend some time… But soon he’s back in his boat a’ fishin’… gives him his peace of mind….

So that’s enough for now about Frankie…. We’ll see what happens to him next… If he runs upon some good fortune, or ends up being vexed…littleraventhepoet.blog…Sincerely, Frank Payton.

Frankie Snit…

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