Colloquialisms

Well shut my mouth you honey bee, y’all come round for gab an tea At end of day, when all’s bout done, lain in the hay we’ll have some fun Gurt deep we’ll think and spin a pun, shake a leg, you son of a gun Well I’ll be damned to hell and back, now you’ve got me on the rack Your bright ideas, they come in shoals, and drag me o’er the cruel hot coals A slap in the belly with a cold white fish; cross your fingers make a wish Now you’ve got the cuffs on me, count your blessings, one, two, three Colloquially speaking, life can be cruel; you won’t catch me, playing the fool. Written for contest Colloquiallisms, 3/7/15