The Deflowering of Lillie Phelps

It came one day that Rev. Gray, lost his bloody mind,
underneath the boiling noon, plow chasing mule's behind;
caught between God's good ground. Devil's hammer beating down.
"Gee Jenny!" he cried with parched tongue and soul,
plowed his maddened way to town.

The blacksmith's surprise, a gape, as Grey came grinding by,
guttering up the center of town with red rimmed vacant eyes;
a crowd followed left and right, blacksmith joined the throng,
praying for the maddened preacher as he steadfast plowed along.

A half a league of furrow lay behind demented Gray
when he stopped before the tavern, walked in from hell of day.
He staggered to the rail and croaked, the barman poured a pint,
and abstinence was only one of the vows he broke that night.

The congregation was a wailing, knees down in the dirt/
while inside the blacksmith watched him slake a prodigious thirst.

Pint after pint at last he belched, a new light filled his eyes;
he rushed past wailers, town, and all, set hands again to plow,
looking up the road where lived chaste Miss Lilly Phelps.

Trapped between God's good grace, Devil's hammer full and round,
"Gee Jenny." his shout, then away to her house.
"There's one more furrow to plow."

The blacksmith ran ahead, town folk trod behind,
Jenny pulled,; the preacher pushed
and left behind the town, down the road, across the creek,
another league to where.

Miss Lilly was a peeking out, to see what was the fuss,
shouts of supplication came from an approaching cloud of dust.
The reverend strode into sight, lost eyes upon her face;
and Lilly felt that god damned ache start in her secret place.

Grey picked her up and kissed her, slammed the door behind,
fumbled off her clothing, placed her gently on the bed,
eyes giving praise to the creator for this perfect thing It made.

"Hi John." is all she said, beneath his lusty silent gaze,
waiting for the revelation with her legs spread wide and raised.

Lilly's eye fell down below; grateful thanks was sent A'high,
to see the divine instrument descending 'tween her thighs.
Virginity left her quick as did each and every thought of,
the town folk or the blacksmith trying to see beyond the blinds.

Pinned under God's good man. Devil's hammer thrusting down,
"Gee John!" she screamed, Gray plowed away,
that hot summer of '39.