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The House of Ene

There was a woman named Ene, Mr. Ferguson she did follow, She lost all her house, Much space she's without, Let's feel for Mrs. Ene Ferguson! Now this lady named Ene, Mr. Ferguson she did dream, Her house hard to clean, Yelling a maid she not be! Let's feel for Mrs. Ene Ferguson. So our woman named Ene, Ole Mr. Ferguson, a hoarder he be! Her house is a mess, To fight she confessed and lost I digress, Let's all feel sorry for Mrs. Ene Ferguson! Razorblade © 2012

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 1/17/2012 12:10:00 AM

HI....Richard, now i feel sorry for Mrs. Ene Ferguson! love the way you repeat your ending verse... what a gift you have.... I see you with a cowboy hat.. lol...if you don't mind me asking... ARE YOU FROM TEXAS?? I sure am... and even i believe Texas and cowboys... I also have a brother named RICHARD.. he lives in Nebraska.. i will stop by tomorrow... my mind is all wiped out.. take care..GOD BLESS,,,pd...

Richard Mcclellan
Date: 1/17/2012 5:10:00 AM

No, I am from Arkansas Linda! LOL, But I was stationed in Texas when I was in the military. Yes, I wear a hat except when I am riding my motorcycle! Thank you for reading, and poor Mrs Ene, she's got alot to clean with Harold. They are good people. Sleep well and God Bless!