the torrential ennui terminated.
The three travelers pushed forward,
Like the first rivulets of an onrushing flood.
Anna Marie waded toward
The hole in the water.
Mother dropped her spoon,
As she looked up to see
The hole devour Anna Marie.
Father dropped his shovel
in the ditch,
Nearly falling ass over Nairobi,
(but God was on his side),
As Anna Marie disappeared with the tide.
Mother and Father left without Anna Marie,
Who had left without consent–
And hence, without sympathy,
Was left without a family.
As her struggle subsided,
her new-found friend chided,
And she abandoned hope
of ever seeing Mother or Father again.
And as the transient night fell down once more,
Mother and Father were heading for Orland
In the indigent Ford;
Looking for their little lost daughter
In the houses of the Lord.