Feb 2020
Sparks fly from the Hillbilly's hair. A mad conflagration
Up Rural Route 9.
Someone tried to douse It with moonshine.
The County cruiser rolled up,
The sheriff said " Boys stand back, I got a hatchet and shovel". Well, you should a
Saw the stir I caused.
Mrs. Johnson lost her denture plate In all the commotion,
But they was broken When
Missy Sue ran in with
The fire extinguisher.
Later, the hillbilly escaped
With some bruises,
One or two scraps,
Later he wrote a story,
This is how it went.
Up Rural Route 9.
Someone tried to douse It with moonshine.
The County cruiser rolled up,
The sheriff said " Boys stand back, I got a hatchet and shovel". Well, you should a
Saw the stir I caused.
Mrs. Johnson lost her denture plate In all the commotion,
But they was broken When
Missy Sue ran in with
The fire extinguisher.
Later, the hillbilly escaped
With some bruises,
One or two scraps,
Later he wrote a story,
This is how it went.
As you can tell, this is not a serious poem. Sometimes, just to have a little fun and levity when you write is good for the soul and to keep your ego in check. If anyone gets a chuckle out of this then I did my job
