there were mamas with babies on their hips small youngins in tow ol' farmer daddies frowns on their faces didn't really want to go you could smell popcorn cotton candy too sugar sweet the ol boys in their bibs could hardly wait after a long day of drivin' the tractor till their kidneys sorely ached backs felt like they was gonna break shooin' cattle through the mud slopped gate when all interested eyes were fixed they itched like a dog with fleas a scratch they just had to itch then they could sneak outside the tent when the all the lights went dim suddenly the call of nature off they went to hang out with their moonshine behind the tent out came the dice.... it was on narely one wife noticed they was gone every now and then passed a female a sparkle here a sparkle there every farm boy all google-eyed couldn't help but stare then the entertainment died intermission had arrived like a swarm of angry bees translation: Wives Woowee no more moonshine now soakin' the ground dice tossed in the breeze all around come mornin' knuckle heads everywhere here comes mama with a rollin' pin (BEWARE) Lexi Hilife
Reason for writing:
FOR FUN: NOSTLGIA
Birth sign: Leo
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