Jerrell Jones Poet Rhyme

My Dog Died

In spite of my planning, my worry and my labor,
My wife skipped town with my next door neighbor;
And my girlfriend left with a slick city dude;
And my truck broke down; and my landlord sued--

  And my dog died.
  Yeah, my dog died.
  I'm gonna drink myself silly and it won't take long
  'Till I'm the local hero
In a country fried song.

I got not future said the 5 buck gypsy;
And my boss fired me for showing up tipsy;
And I swallowed my teeth in a barroom brawl;
And my good for nothing friends won't come by or call--

  And my dog died.
  Yeah, my dog died.
  I'm gonna drink myself silly and it won't take long
  'Till I become immortal
In a country fried song.

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Jan Allison January 1, 2016 at 9:13 AM I'd classify this as a lyric would make a great country and western song:-) great humour Jerrell:-) happy New Year:-) hugs Jan xx Jerrell Jones January 20, 2016 at 6:48 AM Thanks, Jan. I thought of sending the song to Nashville.

John Fleming January 1, 2016 at 9:04 AM Brilliantly conceived, my friend! No doubt there is a certain amount of personal experience, in one way or another, involved here. I found the whole thing both amusing...and rather touching in a very elegant way. Nicely done! My best regards...And all my best wishes for your New Year. :) john Jerrell Jones January 20, 2016 at 6:49 AM Thanks, John. Nothing autobiographical here--just parody.