Down in the Basement

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erectus123
erectus123
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Down in the Basement

or Ballad of Elsie the Cow

I grew up with Elsie
A Down syndrome gal
At that time a milk company
Borden's was the name
Had invented a milk white glue
We all used it for wood and paper too
Kind of a fast dry that curdled
I don't know why or how
But they also invented "Elsie the cow"
A cartoon cow who sold the glue
On TV and radio too
So naturally the Elsie I knew
With her mongoloid face and bovine smile
Was called "Elsie the Cow" most of the while
By the neighborhood kids
It wasn't out of meanness
If it was I did not detect
Or if it was, perhaps I just forget
But the pack of us with Elsie in tow
She'd follow us wherever we'd go
Over to the Embassy on Saturday mornings
Where the cartoons numbered at least ten
Before the Stooge's movie'd begin
And the kids would all chant and shout
Throw popcorn at the screen about
Every minute of the show
Until the floor of every row
Was saturated with yellow corn
But nowadays the kids watch porn
In time they grow up, they still joke
And masturbate and poke
Each other with more interest in tits and ass
And in the many whores who pass
The dingy broken apartment block
Where the basement has a broken lock
The "Super" is what he was called
Short for superintendent and all
The kids kept a distance
At our parent's insistence
Cause there was something odd
About the guy who lived in the basement cold
And damp with the smell of garbage all
From the leaking cans that lined the wall
And there was a little room
All dark and cement
Where electric meters spent
Time revolving as the earth does now
That's where the Super took "Elsie the Cow"
We were all grown, working days
The pack had dissolved, only Elsie remained
She was I suppose twenty-two
Lived at home
Her mom didn't know what to do
With a Down's girl like her
Mature now with tits and ass
But that same bovine face as when a little lass
She never grew very tall
Seems they stop at an early age
She was kind'a fat if you'd gage
Her silhouette but there was a sweetness
That made you forget her condition and yet
It seems that Elsie wandered down
Into the basement we assume
To watch the spinning wheels in the electric room
Where the "Super" plied his trade
And taught her how his penis made
Her feel sensations she never knew
Feelings that she thought were true
She met him there a lot to fest
Her mom was not the first to guess
Then her period stopped on cue
Made her belly swell up too
The electric reader man spotted the Super's naked peter
When he went to read the meters
The Super had Elsie down on the floor
No need to say too much more
The electric guy beat him half to death
Within a week the Super had packed and left
There was little they could do for Elsie
Too far gone to intervene
They just bought her some new blue jeans
The maternity kind you can keep enlarg'en
Until the day there is no need to increase the margin
So Elsie had a little boy
To her he was a source of joy,
She nursed him and took great care
And combed his hair
And washed the clothes he'd wear
She was a good mother despite her condition
Maternal instincts overrode her affliction
Turned out the baby was quite a normal child
I'm told he grew up and went to college a while
Became a teacher, married and moved away
Of course Elsie didn't live to see that day
Down's kids have a shorter span
Perhaps evidence of God's hand
To spare them the cruelty and abuse
But the concept of God's hand is a bit obtuse
For me I only know I miss her bovine face
Her tattered clothes, the doll she'd take
And how she followed us around and made
Us laugh with her and how
The kids would call her "Elsie the Cow"

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Quivering_QuillQuivering_Quillabout 11 years ago
An enjoyable Ballad

I too was caught up in the telling of this story...... Nicely presented and there are generally positive things that are gleaned from seemingly negative situations.... Thanks for sharing your talents.

HarryHillHarryHillabout 11 years ago
Got caught up reading it

nice linear path and rhyme

Ashesh9Ashesh9about 11 years ago
a very poignant saga :

of a victim of cruel Fate . A very heart-rending sad tragic tale , Erectus ! very heart-breaking but maybe Elsie enjoyed some happiness with her son . RIP Elsie . 5-ed.