Poetry of Kansas

The Prodigal Son

The prodigal of scripture was a worthless sort of lad;
He had the wanderitis and he had it awful bad;
But when he balked on eating shucks and vowed no
        more to roam
He got a lot of credit 'cause he hit the trail for home.
Yes, we hear about the prodigal and what a time he
But nothing of the other boy, who didn't leave his
He was a patient charley-horse and stayed down on
        the farm
To cuff the mules and split the wood to keep the
        heater warm.
And when the absent hobo came and made his little
The kid went out and skinned a calf, but brother
        got the veal.

Verdigris Valley Verse
Albert Stroud
(Coffeyville, Kansas: The Journal Press. 1917)
Page 83

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