Buck Toothed Chuck
Here comes Buck Toothed Chuck
from Hickville Street,
Sorriest feller you
ever did meet.
Walkin' his flea bitten dog
down the street,
Scratchin' his head and
flip flopping his feet.
If he asks for money
best say, "No way"!
'Cuz it'll slip through his fingers
in less than a day.
He'll be spittin' tobackee
the whole day through,
'Cuz he ain't got nothin'
better to do.
There goes Buck Toothed Chuck
from Hickville Street,
Hasn't had a bath in
over a week,
Best steer clear cuz' the
smell ain't sweet,
Sorriest feller you
ever did meet.
Written in October, 2014
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2014
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