Hillbilly’s Folly
Yall come a runnin tar poe-tree con vanshion,
An reedger kool pome taar gests a destankshun!
An yul probly win the big ol' twenny gran
An came bakkat silver bole a wagin' in han!
Heer Tony Or lan doe-Wow! but wha'...No Dawn?
Wul, how long hazzit bin since that dude was 'on'?
Lessee ma ate tracs now, purt' neer thirdy years,
Whudda yall pain'im...fiddy bucks an sum beers?
Wul maybe I bedder jes stay on tha farm
But Wagner an Snotgrass isa twistin ma arm
Ta deprive tha werld uv ma talent an vishion
Wud jes be a downrite shelfish dechishion!
Aw, dam tha tore-peeders, am jes gonna go!
Aint never had no lavish banquit 'afore,
An iffn all I brang home is that ol bole
Al keep it fer peeninóma secant cammode!
Sent as a joke to poetry.com
