Monday, November 14, 2022

Soggy Thoughts on a Rainy Day

 


First rule of redneck poetry. It doesn’t have to make sense; it just must rhyme.

It’s that time of the year when leaves begin turning and then they turn loose because we all know what’s good for the gander is good for the goose.

Roses are red and violets are blue.  I don’t have another line so this will have to do.

 


How about fairy tales?  Explain how Little Red Ridding Hood doesn’t know the difference between her grandmother and a wolf.  Or Goldie Locks tendency to trespass.  I never bought into pigs living in houses or Jack and Jill being that clumsy.  Also how did Humpy Dumpty get up on that wall?



More questions that have bothered me are who picked up the check at the last supper and who let the dogs out?  Also how did Alexander Bell know Mr. Watson’s phone number?  I understand Mr. Watson’s answer machine picked up when he called.



How many people fell off the earth before Isaac Newton discovered the law of gravity?



Since he is called the Lone Ranger, was Tonto his imaginary friend?



I keep seeing things referring to “Deep East Texas.” I live in east Texas and there is nothing deep about it.

 


 

Stay tuned for future adventures.

 

 

 

 

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