Down Home Hillbilly Hootenanny
Jumping Jehoshaphat’s! It is a down home true hillbilly hootenanny!
They are jiving and whirling, and the accordion is a twirling!
I run to find my square dance dress which no longer buttons.
My boobs are hanging out like Jane Russell’s but I do not care.
The cousins are in town, and with them that Arkansas whiskey humor.
Grandma is playing the jug, and Brother Willy is thumping his foot like a rabbit.
The hootenanny brings in all the neighbors and we begins swinging and sashaying.
The caller is screaming “toss your partner high in the air!” I get carried away.
Little Louie hits the ceiling and his head splits open. The cousins laugh.
We got a doctor in this house? More laughter. The caller keeps calling.
We keep dancing. Little Louie runs sobbing off to his mama.
She puts a couple of band aids on him and we all keep jiving. The cousins are here!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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