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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