Poem by Carroll E. Adams
Carroll E. Adams, the son of Delos and Hannah Peterson Adams wrote this poem and it is descriptive of the generation that was born about 1910-1930. The anecdote given here shows the humor as well as the wisdom of this generation. Carroll's father and my grandfather, William Albert Adams were brothers so my father, Golden, is Carroll's cousin. This makes my relation to Carroll first cousin 1 generation removed. My dad and Carroll both grew up in East Garland, Utah and both are now deceased. Carroll Emerson Adams was born in 1914 and died in 2004.
Poem
Oh the night was dark and cloudy, And the sun was shining bright. And the stars they cast their burning rays, On a storm that raged that night.
The lightning struck the cowshed, And the cows all chewed their cuds. And the moonlight set the prairie on fire, In the middle of the night.
A barefooted boy with boots on, Came shuffling down the street. His pants were full of pockets, And his shoes were full of feet.
He was born when just a baby, His mother's pride and joy. His only sister was a girl, And his brother was a boy.
He never was a triplet. He always was a twin. And his legs were fastened to his knees, Just above the shin.
His teeth were fastened in his head, Several inches from his shoulder. When he was grown he was a man, And every day got older.
One day he married a woman, Who quickly became his wife. Her weight was just 600, And she'd weighed that all her life.
Her head was full of notions, And her mouth was full of tongue. And they raised a dozen children, All born when they were young.
The youngest was the baby, And the oldest was born first. The good one was the best one, And the bad one was the worst.
They never knew their ages, But they never had to fear. For they knew they had a birthday Coming every year.
They never knew their father's age, But they always had a hunch That he was born before the son, The oldest of the bunch.
And when they died they could not speak. And their names they could not tell. The girls all went to heaven, And where the boys went--I won't tell!
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Comments 4
This is awesome! So whimsical and descriptive for it's day. I loved it!
I loved reading this cleaver poem, thanks for sharing.
It's always very special to read a tale in rhyme,
And so you'd better watch it, or I'll shoot you one of mine!
Your Cousin Carroll made me laugh as lines he did compile;
"His teeth were fastened in his head" just made me have to smile.
What a neat little poem. I really enjoyed it!
