Maw! She smokes a corn cob pipe, and Pa sleeps on the porch. Has ta ! Stupid bugger, burned the Cabin with a torch. Maw just sits there a'rockin and listens to him snore, Pa's lost all motivation, he don't even fish no more.
I got a job in Bumpkinville cleanin' brass spitoons, Bought a TV with my pay so Ma could watch cartoons. Pa listened in, heard Fred exclaim, "Yabba Dabba Doo !!" Told Ma,"Pack up. We're movin'. That's what we're gonna do."
Now we live in a dark old cave on Yippan Holler Hill. To live up there is wonderful it really is a thrill ! The little house that was outback is now at our front door. Now Ma and Pa don't have to run as far as they did before !
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
Any resemblance to the characters in this story and anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.
Thank you Redex. I wrote this poem sometime ago.There are many episodes,but I'm afraid they became spread all over the web.Half of them I can't even find anymore.I thought it would be fun to try to reassemble it and put it all in one place.If I knew then what I know now,I would have written it down in a notebook.I'm pleased you were given a laugh.
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Thank you Redex. I wrote this poem sometime ago.There are many episodes,but I'm afraid they became spread all over the web.Half of them I can't even find anymore.I thought it would be fun to try to reassemble it and put it all in one place.If I knew then what I know now,I would have written it down in a notebook.I'm pleased you were given a laugh.