*A Silly Hillbilly*

*A Silly Hillbilly* OK Folks, I'm from the south too, It's my first try at this endeavor, Go easy. lol PF *Sing it with The Beverly Hillbillies! Here is a story of a man named Joe, who live in hills where nobody knowed. Barefoot hunting was his main style, he called up the hound with his toothless smile. Well the weather got colder, but Joe didn't care, his nose got fuller, he had no hanky there- Next thing that happened, he shot it out his nose, he could not even tell, it landed on his toes. So, eyeing his game for Joe was wired, his booze jug, emptied, he wanted to fire- little did he know, in reaching for the gun, His hound dog had, his own little fun. He kicked off the dog and wiped up the mess, then, getting back to doing his business. A drunk man shooting, isn't very wise, Though hitting nothing but big blue skies. Well, he put his gun up, nature made a call, He had a dilemma, no bathroom stall, underneath a tree, He croutches down, In mid excursion, ol' hound comes around. Now, hound-dog's mad as Joe's detained, Joe tried to scare him, but hound' remained Just as he shouted, you get back mutt, Old hound had a taste, of joe's dirty butt. So, Joe said crap, it's such a bad day. to his house, back, he headed that way. While feeding his dogs, ol' hound had a smell, the food had called, but things weren't well. For Joe's waiting, the gun in his hand, a dog's hurt feelings, hard to understand- He popped a buckshot in the dog's rear, returning the favor, Joe made it clear- Don't come back now... Ya Hear? ***** Poetic Fanatic ***** Written January 8th, 2002 © on Jan 08 2002 12:36 PM PST, Thomas Crumpler   0 • 14