Come and listen to a story 'bout a man named Chris
Not a day of huntin' he would ever miss
Then one day his house got sprayed by a skunk
Chris swore to his family, "I'll get that punk!"
So, he got himself a trap and set it in the 'yard
went to bed early since he was really tared
Woke up next morning excited as can be
went to the trap but, a skunk he did not see.....
A Possum that is, pink nose, beady eyes.
The Spring Hillbillies!
And no we didn't cook him, we set the little guy free
Though the girls begged for him to be a part of the family
The moral of the story, if you don't wanna be "red"
Don't try to catch varmints, just call someone instead
6 comments:
What a clever poem. And...the little guy was kinda cute. Thank you for setting him free and not eating him:)Good luck on catching the punky skunk!
OH my Lord!!!! Leave it to the Carpenters!!! What an awesome poem!!!! That's why we love you guys!!!!!!
ooh, if you catch a skunk or have a fresh spray, call me!!! I'll be there in 5.
You my friend are special, in a good way of course! Apparently you haven't hosted a baby shower in so long you've had to turn your mad rhyming skills to redneck venues!
I am more than a little impressed, I must say!!!
Loving the word "tared."
I don't think I have ever laughed so hard. Guys we could not ask for better neighbors! The poem is too funny!
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