like a devil's embrace
Well, gather 'round, my friends, gather 'round indeed,
As I share a tale, a fable to heed.
'Tis 'bout ol' Skits, a character of might,
Deep in the South, where the stories take flight.
Skits, he wore a straight jacket so tight,
Bound up in straps, no end in sight.
But that fiery spirit, it couldn't be quelled,
In the heart of ol' Skits, a story to be held.
One scorchin' day, in a muddy town fair,
Skits found himself in a dire affair.
Rummaging through a dumpster, seekin' a find,
A treasure or two, perhaps left behind.
But the heat, it climbed, makin' Skits feel faint,
Sweatin' and strugglin', in his bound-up restraint.
That jacket gripped him, like a devil's embrace,
Yet Skits, undeterred, yearned for a change of pace.
With a holler and a hoot, he mustered his might,
Seekin' freedom, like a star in the night.
He tugged and he twisted, straining every limb,
That straight jacket fight, mighty fierce and grim.
But lo and behold, with a resolute shout,
The straps they snapped, what a sight to tout!
Skits burst from that dumpster, like a cannonball fired,
His spirit aflame, with a spark never tired.
He danced and he pranced, 'neath the sun's sweltering glow,
Free from that jacket, with a triumph to show.
The folks, they all marveled, at Skits' fearless flight,
In that southern town, where the stories ignite.
Now, if ever you're trapped, in a struggle so tight,
Remember ol' Skits, his courageous plight.
For in the face of adversity, he found his release,
And taught us a lesson, that will never cease.
So cherish your freedom, let your spirit take wing,
For in the depths of struggle, new beginnings may bring.
And may the tale of Skits, forever endure,
A symbol of resilience, brave and pure.