Crosstimber Chronicle

OUR HEARTS BREAK TO SAY GOODBYE

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In Crosstimber Ranch, where the elk do roam,

Sam and Terry moved here from California by way of Washington State to build their shabby home.

Mrs. Sam ran the HOA with lots of wine and half a brain;

Tried to gut the CC&Rs with a hayseed lawyer named Walker

On the Parks Board she rented the park to weddings and hawkers.

Tourists now clog the park’s covered porch, while local kids fry on the cheap play set like a torch. 

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Now Terry, he played at hunting and guns. Shot an apple-tame elk who never even tried to run.

Used a tractor to remove her from the woods like a fagg*t,

Then stuffed the carcass in his trashcan which was soon full of maggots.

Now the two are off to Tucson – Arizona’s gang-infested town,

These shitbirds will fit right in and good riddance to such clowns.

May the desert heat bake both their worthless hides,

and take the destruction they brought here out like the tide.

The Valley smiles again, there is peace in our souls.

Farewell to Sam and Terry and all of their holes.