Jacobsons

The shadows have fallen on the only one son
He lives under shelter in the great unknown fun
A leopard print basket of help and dismay
Grows faster than Chia who has forgotten my name

Write and rewrite the stories hath told
Grab all your luggage, no time to fold
A loft so warm is where you are
She told you someday that you will go far

The serpents hiss and then a truthful apple
Hide your mother and portray your sister
Here is my rib, take it kindly and gently
It's the crowd control on my brand new Bentley

Six verses is the goal to this mindless plot
What a time to ask in such a public lot
Your brother he has jacobsons, a disease not known by men
He calls up the doctor, only three chances in ten

Ring a ding ding calls the sheriffs bell
A moment so wicked, that Jesse James fell
Go past the few who blog so much
Get up and pass the door and down the hallway to get your lunch

So we have sister and brother and mother and son
Beg to differ the morning baker's bun
You all shouldn't be reading this tale of woe
Look beside you in the bathroom stall, you will find your foe