Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is to write a blues poem. This was rather a fun one to do.

Carol A. Stephen

Moocher Blues

Don’t want that man hangin’ round my door
Said I don’t want that man hangin’ round my door
Bringin’ me that heartache like he done before

He bring me his laundry, he bring me his trash
Yeah, he bring me his laundry, he bring me his trash
He bringin’ me down when he ain’t bringin’ cash

Don’t want that man hangin’ round my door
No, I don’t want that man hangin’ round my door
If he ain’t good for nothin’, he ain’t sweepin’ my floor

He sleeps in the mornin’, then he’s readin’ all day
I said he sleeps in the mornin’, reads in bed all day
He ain’t good for nothin’, jus’ gets in the way

Tuesdays he packs up, takes himself off somewhere
yeah Tuesdays he packs up, takes himself off somewhere
Come payday Friday, he creepin’ back up my stairs

Don’t want that man hangin’ round my door
Said I don’t want that man hangin’ round my door
Bringin’ me that heartache like he done before

Carol A. Stephen
April 4, 2012