Eccentricities Poem by James McLain

Liking some Eccentricities,
being genteel we are.
I know both ways and some not
quite so hot.
Through some southern
ritualistic,
those faces end up mostly
on the bottom.
Mostly it is how we learned
going way back,
how far the rest wont none say.
I think they do, I don't know when.
There were less people and
the boys we knew and watched as they
grew into men.
Those aren't Roses darn it,
nor Lilies from that field out yonder.
Uncontrollable most have an accident.
The rest go to prison like rabbits
always running untill,
it's unfortunate as well, never eating much.
Nor do we want them breeding with them.
Though Rose being young like Lily,
Lilac's some times intertwine.
Makes it a one in four chance instead of fifty fifty.
Certain trees never do, best to cut them down
no one here saw or even says.
eSpecially those chocolates.
Bipolar then or now Eccentric,
nothing ever changes though it's the same
being
Though Rose being young and like Lily,
Lilac's some times intertwine.
Keeping our eye out for those other
'Eccentricities'
the house stay real clean and quite this way.
Like pigs in a poke the way they all do it
and then squeal on each other.
An the cottons never looks the same for a while.
After that either way, it's always a chore after
but it has to be done,
better young I suppose, least what I heard told.