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Momma's Fancy Laced BootsFor Y'all to enjoy!!! Momma went trappin' till noon, fer Ring Neck Ducks ~ en a fishin' too, she was a dragin' er ole berlap full- as well "like money in 'er til" by thee light, now full moon... Seven siblings doin' chores causin'... Momma needed money...soon, Grandpa en a pop'a were a knockin' down all those logs - for Coors, Momma chasin' chickens, Oh! an rescelin'... in their pen, en a sloppin' with all them hogs, why she was a slippin' en a slidein'... into a sink hole, an a trippin' over ~ pa's logs, Frogs were a jumpin', an a hopin' right through her hands... While Grandpa was a brewin', a good ale, a good tale fer Kentucky mash... Momma ney're could save 'er cash, Fer what she longed fer... ner're enough mash-ale fer dough, though ~ down to her country-store... She went one misty ~ foggy mornin'... In one of her swamp boats, All ale an Momma went a paddlin'... Per'aps fer her new pair of ~ fancy laced Combat Boots. Vote for this poem |
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