THE CITY SLICKER, THE MOONSHINE, AND THE HOG UBER!

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THE CITY SLICKER, THE MOONSHINE,

AND THE HOG UBER!

Gather around, hear my story,

There’s humor, but little glory,

See, I once sold whiskey,

Mixed with moonshine,

To a city slicker,

All dressed and refined,

He finished the jug,

And then caught an uber,

But alas, poor slug,

It was really my hog eating a tuber,

The hog first took issue

And tossed him to the ground,

But felt bad, got him a tissue

And took him to town,

And lest you should think

I am spinning a yarn,

Go ask the three-legged dog,

Still laughing, at the barn!   😊

LOOK AT THAT SMILE!

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LOOK AT THAT SMILE!

Look at John a while,

See, he really skips!

And look at that smile

On his lips!

 

Did he find a cure,

Or is he in love?

Or something else obscure

We can’t think of?

 

Did he find a pot of gold,

Or pick the winning horse?

No, I’ve been told…

John just got a divorce!   😊

A RAT IN THE WOODPILE!

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A RAT IN THE WOODPILE!

I smell a rat in the woodpile,

And the odor’s getting stronger,

The putrid smell engulfs my nostrils,

I can’t stand it any longer,

 

Maybe it’s a possum,

And not a smelly rat,

This odor’s so “un-awesome,”

I wonder where it’s at!

 

I wish that I could find it,

Could it be a dead fox?

Oops, I see behind it,

It’s just my stinky socks!   😊