Bubba Spent the Night

Our son asked can a friend stay over He just moved here from dover The friend says tonight's Friday, usually we have pig's innards He says my name is Cleetus Billy Joe Jim Bob Jones, after he stutters out his name, it's time for dinner But you can call me Bubba, he seems very polite I pray no nightmares as Bubba spends the night I tell him we are having Makerel Cakes and Mac and Cheese He says I will take four cakes and two helpings if you please Boy you sure do have an appetite I tell my son our budget won't allow Bubba to ever again spend the night Soon dinner is over and Bubba still wants to eat I grab a funnel and melted bacon fat and tell him to have a seat He says we eat fatback soup sometimes on a weekday He tells me the doctor tells his whole family, that sometime their arteries will turn to clay bubba says I don't eat for calories, I eat for taste I tell Bubba, if you keep eating like that you will become hazardous waste He laughs and cheers in delight This all happened when Cleetus Billy Joe Jim Bob Jones spent the night At 2 am he asks for a snack I give him a sleeve of Ritz crackers and a pound of Monterey Jack I hand him a jar of Grey Puopon He says after I eat this, there may be trouble in your john He smiles and asks for a Diet Coke I try to watch my health, I don't drink or smoke Eight more hours, then our budget will be alright He asks when is the next time I can spend the night