Adam the Slave.
Joe skidded across the floor,
and squirmed his way out through the door.
Wailing like an injured cat,
and cursing Adam as a rat.
Adam stood without repent,
as skidding across the floor Joe went.
The little brat had gone too far,
spilling ink on his new guitar.
~o~
But now Adam sure felt bad.
He didn't mean to hurt the lad.
Joe looked a sorry case,
an angry bruise across his face.
But there was far more at stake,
this could prove a bad mistake.
Adam would surely feel it when,
faced with the wrath of Ben.
~o~
I'm sure my tears would clear up some,
with pancakes and syrup in my tum.
And a cup of hot chocolate would sooth my pain,
maybe one day I'll smile again.
Into the kitchen Adam went,
a meal for kings he was bent.
Joe sat back, an evil smile,
I think I'll keep this up for a while.
~o~
Hoss stared from one to the other,
he didn't want to doubt his brother.
But did he not see Joe go to the grate,
and smear some ash on to his face.
Now he has a big fat bruise,
Hoss was certain it was a rouse.
But Hoss did not speak of that,
His mind was bent on boring math.
~o~
Besides as he bent his head,
a page of fractions bringing dread.
A plate for him soon appeared
of pancakes and lemon jam smeared.
And hot chocolate in a steaming cup.
Ok Joe, you keep this up.
~o~
Adam was at Joes beckoned call.
It was such an awful fall.
Joe would need his soldier set,
to ease the pain, help him forget.
When his brother lost control
and pushed him in a deadly roll,
Joes short life flashed before his eyes,
Joe was getting caught up in his lies.
~o~
I'm sure in some awful pain,
bring me and Hoss some candy cane.
And while you're there bring me a drink.
You'll find a glass in the sink.
~o~
But Adam did not move an inch.
He looked to Joe like he was ready to lynch.
What was wrong, what could it be?
Hoss tried to point but Joe couldn't see.
As Joe barked orders at his brother,
he wiped his face of jam and butter.
And wiped the bruise to liquid mud.
Hoss scowled, ugh this can't be good.
~o~
Up in bed he was trapped,
his poor butt now sore and slapped.
Joe now wore a sorry puss, Adam sure did make a fuss.
But when he settled and after a while,
Joes little face began to smile.
It was more fun than he could fathom
making a slave of big bossy Adam.