FAWM 2018 #8: Thar She Blows

Skirmish tune

Lyrics

The steely-eyed stare of the FAWMer's wife,
As she watches from her front porch rail.
For twenty-eight days, they won't have much of a life,
As he chases the elusive white whale.

"Thar she blows!", he cries, as he feverishly spies
a stray metaphor, beached on the strand.

She sighs, and shrugs, gives her children hugs,
As she waits for her songwritin' man.

"What the hell?", she thinks, as she smells the stink
of a FAWMer who nees three songs more.
His laundry unwashed, (is he even wearing socks?),
And his dishes pile up on the floor.

"Set the hook!", he begins, but he can't find his pen,
so he scribbles a lyric in Dorito.

"Last night KFC, not again!" says she, "but I'll leave you
a microwave burrito."

The steely-eyed stare of the FAWMer's wife,
As she watches from her front porch rail.
For twenty-eight days, they've not had much of life,
As he's chased the elusive white whale.
© 2018 Tres Seaver