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! 😊
SOUTHERN WRITER 