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I was reading in a Southern Living magazine yesterday that one thing that all great 
southern writers have in their books is a dead mule.  The article cited several 
examples and said that their research indicated that if you wanted to be counted in 
amongst the great Southern writers and join them in their private Hereafter, you 
had to ride in on a dead mule.  I could not help myself and got paper and pen and 
wrote the following.
   
Did you know there’s a Hereafter 
Where Southern Writers dwell 
And if you’re a Southern Writer 
You’ll want in as well - - - but 
To be a Southern Writer 
There’s just one simple rule 
Somewhere in your writings 
You must include a mule 
And not just any mule story 
If you want your writing read 
This mule must be dying 
And ultimately dead 
It doesn’t matter if you love them 
Or hate them to their core 
You’ve got to kill a mule 
If your writing is to score 
They’ve been killed by all your heroes 
In Southern stories, books and plays 
Killed off by great writers 
In a multitude of ways 
Faulkner drowned a good pair 
In his book “As I Lay Dying” 
They’ve been shot and stabbed and frozen 
When the writers really trying 
They’ve been chewed up by a rabid dog 
Or left to die of thirst 
They’ve been tethered to a railroad track 
Or asphyxiated first 
Now as a Southern Writer 
I’m wondering just who’ll 
Deny me my Hereafter 
When they’ve read about my mule 
  
So here is my story of an old Southern mule 
Who rode Southern gents to an old Southern duel 
When they turned and fired, there formed a blood pool 
On the ground at the feet of this old Southern mule 
And bubbling up through the blood and the drool 
Came the very last gasp of this old Southern mule 
Who gave up his life for an old writer’s tool 
So that I could check off this Southern Writers rule
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