Where did she go,
Does anyone know?
Has anyone seen Mary Jo?
She was just here,
Drinking a beer,
Where could she possibly go?
See some people hate her,
Miss Mary Jo Slater,
They'd just as soon tell her where to go.
She's a conflict creator,
A quarrel instigator,
Some folks just loathe her so.
Flo our neighbor waiter,
Could always imitate her,
She put on a pretty good show.
She tried to persuade her,
To be a better neighbor,
Not to be the Jo we all know.
It didn't dissuade her,
Dis-intoxicate her,
Just infuriated her more so.
A few minutes later,
We couldn't locate her,
We looked for her high and low.
Then Flo said she paid her,
To get beer from her refrigerator,
And showed Mary Jo where to go.
See Flo our waiter neighbor,
Though she didn't really hate her,
Thought very low of Mary Jo.
It turned out later,
Flo had an alligator,
One that poor Jo didn't know.
She called him Little Tator,
Her silent terminator,
She'd had him for 5 years or so.
So Mary Jo Slater,
That little agitator,
Went to the home of Miss Flo.
Lying next to the refrigerator,
Was Tator the gator,
He eyed that poor Mary Jo.
She met her creator
Not knowing what ate her,
And no one even found a toe.
Flo our waiter neighbor,
Never really gave her,
A proper goodbye or hello.
A few days later,
A police investigator,
Came asking about Mary Jo.
Seems that Miss Slater,
Was not in good favor,
With most of the folks that we know.
When the investigator,
Questioned her neighbors,
All they could say about Jo,
Was the gator ate her,
Tator the gator,
They said it like it was a joke.
They didn't locate her,
And decided to wait for,
A letter, a phone call or note.
A month or so later,
A more important caper,
Sort of made folks forget about Jo.
As for Little Tator,
That hungry alligator,
He got a belly ache from Mary Jo,
Seems some folks can't wait or,
Take time to fully savor,
The flavor of the food they love so.
So Tator the gator,
Decided that later,
He'd eat his next victim real slow.
Copyright © May 2010
Kevin Mooney
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