Long ago, when Uncle Aesop
And Uncle Remus seemed equally
Innocuous, Bre’r Rabbit took up
Squatter’s space, rent-free
In your childhood skull. You can’t not
Think of his briar patch taunt now
As you go back to the hospital,
Scene of so much childhood for you,
Place you really ought to dread,
Chuckling to yourself, oh I was born
And bred in this here briar patch,
And for now, I’m free of your claws.
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