Hick town Competition
I come from a hick town
we stare at the woman
competition on
A town of five thousand when I was a child
the shoe factory pulled out
so make that twenty-five hundred.
that’s nothing Gladys says
we kids rode cows to school through the field
no paved roads
everyone had corn fields, my town was twelve hundred.
twelve hundred! That is a metropolitan center!
My town had forty-two houses
We were all related; only two hundred and forty-six of us
in 1971.
How many kids were in your graduating class?
This query is from Lizzie, she is joining the fray.
“Twenty-one,” the woman said proudly.
“That’s huge!” Lizzie informed her.
“There were eight in my class; six boys and two girls.”
rural America
one hick town socialite to another
bragging rights for one
as soon as we crown the winner
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