If we could text,
We’re sure we would type:
WTF! WTF! WTF!
If any of our friends,
were still alive.
Mom’s dead.
Dad didn’t like the new town.
Instead we
headed for the hills.
and are living in a cave.
WTF! WTF! WTF!
And we’re wondering
about Dad’s uncle and aunt
Abram and Sarai.
It appears from here,
we three are the last of the tribe.
WTF! WTF! WTF!
And remembering how they
went on and on
how our tribe was going be
as numerous as the
grains of sand
at the beach.
Yeah, sis.
As many as the
stars in the sky.
WTF! WTF! WTF!
What were they thinking?
That Hagar scheme didn’t
work out at all.
And even though
Old Aunt Sarai is a hottie,
(Can’t imagine Abe pawning her off
to a king twice)
Two words: Ancient Sex
OMG! OMG! OMG!
Eew! Eew! Eew!
So sis,
It looks like it’s up to us.
Good thing we grabbed
the bottle
from Mom’s purse.
The double neat for Dad
and small one for us
I’ll go first
and you can follow me.
What?
No sloppy seconds for you!
WTF! WTF!! WTF!!!
OK
You can have him tomorrow.
OK sis,
A toast before we start.
May the one God of
Great Uncle Abram
and Great Aunt Sarai
remember us
in His book of Life.
