A Ballad Of Sad Gnus, Page 1 Of 2 Poem by John Bliven Morin

Lu Gnu and Hugh Gnu were lovers,
Or at least, that’s what Louise thought,
But Hugh had a secret life of his own;
Nobody knew until he was caught.

She thought he was her gnu;
He fooled her through and through.

Lu Gnu sat in her kitchen,
Havin’ breakfast with her dad;
“You gotta stop datin’ that loser gnu,
‘Cause I think he’s treatin’ you bad.”

“Pa, he makes me blue,
But I still love that gnu.”

One night Louise sat home cryin; ’
Not even a single phone call,
From that bad news gnu that she pined for,
Tomcattin’ at the town dance hall.

But somethin’ snapped in Lu;
Her mind just came unglued.

Down at the dance hall Hugh Gnu sat,
With his new gal up on his knee;
They was drinkin’ rum from her slipper,
With some pretty shady company.

They was pitchin’ woo,
When in comes little Lu.

She pulled her gun out of her purse then,
Her eyes, they was crazy and fey;
She pointed the gun at Hugh an’ his gal,
An’ started blazin’ away.

Before they ever knew,
Their lovin’ lives was thru.

Everyone stood there in horror;
They was frozen wherever they stood,
‘Cause Hugh and his little dance hall tart
Lay dead as any door-nail could.

An’ where was poor little Lu?
Why she was frozen, too.