Homeplace/Homer's Place (humor shop exercise 3)

Homeplace (original)

I came upon a house today
though most of it had gone away
and left behind its mossy bones
of listing piers and cracked hearthstones

So I took a pause for pondering
in midst of random woodland wandering
to think of those who once lived there
where none go now but deer and hare.

My gaze took in a lonesome hollow
and found that it was bound to follow
up its course to a clear spring
which issued from a small stone ring

I saw then that their source of drink
came from this spring not some well's brink
all their water they would bring
from this pure forgotten spring

There stood an oak still giving shade
to this home's place as when a glade
surrounded it instead of woods
and quail would raise their tiny broods

Did once children's laughter ring
as they swayed on a long rope swing
that hung from this tree's lower limb?
I wondered what became of them

And did their father trudge at night
from working fields toward cheery light
where loving wife prepared a meal
to help assuage his hungry feel?

But evening came, i had to go
or my own love would worry so
I set my feet to homeward take me
for bones and muscles now were achy

I had then no more time to ponder
about deserted home place yonder

"Homer's Place"

I came upon a house today
though most of it had gone away
and left behind its mossy bones
of listing piers and cracked cell phones

So I took some time to think
while sipping on a potent drink
to think of those who once lived there
where none go now but deer and hare

Blurred gaze took in wavering hollow
so I took another swallow
then staggered to a nearby spring
unzipped and pissed then shook my thing

I thought nobody better drink
from now yellowed spring with stoney brink
I let a volume of gass pass
then laughed, slipped and fell down on my ass

I looked skyward from huge oak's shade
which had been here since when a glade
was all about instead of trees
I slowly got up on my knees

Did once children's laughter ring
as they swayed on a long rope swing
naked as any jay birds?
They'd jump and land on yard bird turds

And did their father trudge at night
from whore hopping toward his home's light
where pissed off wife awaited him
wanting to tear him limb from limb

But evening came I had to go
so I stood up shaky and slow
hoping I could find my way back
then scratched a chigger in my crack

I loosed another fart as loud as thunder
then turned upwind from someplace yonder