DON’T SWEAT SMALL DETAILS!

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DON’T SWEAT SMALL DETAILS!

In a jungle river swimming,

In just a little while,

A little man swam up to

A large crocodile,

 

He said, “Sir, it would complete me,

Could you tell me, now or later,

Just before you eat me,

How you differ from a gator?”

 

The croc smiled and said,

“I want to appease you,

But why care, you’ll soon be dead?

But I’ll answer, just to please you!”

 

“Crocs have a toothier grin,

So, I will chew you well,

But sometimes, Sir, you don’t need

To sweat such small details!”   😊

REVENGE, A DISH BEST SERVED COLD

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REVENGE, A DISH BEST SERVED COLD

If you can pull up a chair and sit a spell,

I’ll tell you a long, gruesome tale,

It’s about the Ruby brothers, so listen well,

Them Rubys were always bound for Hell,

 

It’s also a story about cold revenge,

And evil and hate, and a murdering binge,

It started with John Deal, who was huntin’ in the woods,

Deal wandered around, more than he should,

 

He came upon the Rubys’ liquor still,

For this transgression, they aimed to kill,

The still was in the swamp inside a rustic cabana,

Way down yonder in southeast Louisiana,

 

The Rubys shot poor Deal in the back,

And tossed him inside the little shack,

Later, they drove him in a driving rain,

On backroads near Lake Ponchartrain,

 

Yes, they shot Deal and gave him a stomp,

Then, the evil cajuns dumped him in the swamp,

Coldly, callously, without a “see ya later,”

They figured he’d soon be ate by a gator,

 

But Deal wasn’t dead and made a deal with the gators,

“I’ll bring you two boys filled with fatback and taters!”

Poor Deal played the only hand he was dealt,

And the gators let him go, where he had knelt,

 

Deal kept his word, sure ‘nuff,

He got a gun and ropes and other stuff,

And got the jump on the Ruby men,

He tied ‘em up, like he had been,

 

He drove ‘em on the back roads like he had lain,

Late at night, near Lake Ponchartrain,

Then, he marched the boys into the cold swamp,

And hit each brother with a mighty whomp,

 

Then, he stood there and watched until

All the gators had eaten their fill!

So, that’s the story, as I was told,

About revenge, a dish which is best served cold.