THE BUGLE PLAYED AT FOUR
By:Andrew Troy Keller

We were on our way
To meet my parents at Sealeaf Bay,
Because I want them to see
My new wife,Marcy,
Who I had married on a Saturday.
As soon as we had
Arrived at my mom and dad's
Cabin,we had walked into
The house and into
The gameroom to say 'hi' to Dad.
But that was before
A bugle had sounded at four.
It was as loud as a rooster
That been at my sister's
Ranch--the Triple-Four.
It was my dad
And he still had
The same bugle that he
Had gotten when he was three.
He also plays it really bad.