Gatherin’ Desert Shrimp
by J. Carl Brooksby
Oft’ times my mind will wander,
Though I am old and gimp,
Back to those days back yonder,
And gatherin’ desert shrimp.
Now, kids ‘n ladies, turn around
An’ quickly walk away.
There’s sex an’ violence herein;
So, what more need I say?
You’ve heard of mountain oysters
And the source from whence they come;
Well, the shrimp have a similar background,
But they’re smaller than your thumb.
