THE BECKY COLLECTION

Becky writes that the following events are true, having occurred on the morning of January 1, 1970, while in Iwakuni, Japan.

That Night You Should Have Been Born
By Becky (C) November 23, 1998 (Donnie)

I remember that night you should have been born It was New Year's Eve, well into the new morn We'd had a party to celebrate the old year Your Daddy glowing so full of beer cheer The idiots had been trying, most of the night To get me to push, give birth, that you might Be a deduction for taxes, by twelve if you came With the clock striking, I gave up the game I was so tired and had gone up to bed Daddy joined me, we laid down our heads I was getting comfy though it took me awhile With my belly extended ten pillows I did pile Now Daddy was about three sheets to the wind He tossed and turned, all of a sudden when Voice slurred, he asked a question that curled My hair and toes, made my senses then whirl Please tell me darling, do you see what I see Am I drunk, or is that a bat looking at me Peeking over the cover, eyes huge with fear At the top of the drapes I then saw it so clear Lord! that was a bat hanging upside down I covered my head and let out a loud sound You could hear me screaming I know for a mile I kept on yelling and screaming, all the while Dear Daddy all tangled in blankets and sheets Was trying his best to just get on his feet That was a picture, you would love to this day Not a stitch on, as he searched for a way To get that darn bat while keeping me calm I feared it would take nothing short of a bomb He chased that stupid bat all over the place Upstairs, downstairs he kept up the pace The bat first flew this way, then he flew that Dad tried to catch him with an old baseball hat A towel was found, though not to cover dear Dad He threw it over the bat and boy was I glad I now could relax but then I started to think Were there more skulking and ready to sink Their fangs in my throat to drink my blood dry I sat down on the floor and started to cry He yelled up the stairs, call out the MPs Stop that caterwauling, soon if you please I called the Police, they came on the run Dad greeted them, no clothes to cover his buns Their shoulders shaking, the laughter began It just kept growing, till they could not stand I made us coffee, nothing added for cheer I tried to tell them to make myself clear This is not funny with the condition I'm in now All this weight makes me feel like a great cow My Baby is now due I say with disdain It does no good, they start laughing again My dear Son, avoided this might have been Had you appeared, there'd have been no scene After twenty-nine years, I still have no clue How that bat arrived that night, instead of you.

belljoye



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