The Boxing Ring in
the Grand Ole Opry
Just how would you react if someone told
You some unbearable new truth about
Your mother, that she dreamed of that fool’s gold,
Yep, country western stardom? Far too stout
To be a stellar triumph in that field
Or any other, she had been a chump
To cherish such ambition. She would wield
Her voice around a stage, below that rump
Of such proportions as the raw feelings
Of stripped down wailings in the forsaken
Heart. I could understand your mute reelings
If you learned such a thing. You’d be shaken
By shame. You’d hate such low desire and know,
That worse, her failure was the knockout blow.