Redneck Housefire
The redneck was drunk as a skunk
Couple of dozen beers he had drunk
Staggered round the corner into his street
He noticed the flames and searing heat
Was burning fast and the flames got higher
Just then he realized it was his house on fire
Alarmed now, didn't want to loose his home
He ran back round the corner to the pay phone
Grabbed the phone and quickly dialed triple O
"Give me the fire brigade" he said "don't be slow"
"My house is on fire, can you please come put it out"
"Yes" said the fireman, there will be no mucking about"
"We will be on our way soon, so please be aware"
"Could you tell us please sir, how do we get there?"
"Hey? replied the redneck." what a dumb schmuck?"
"Why don't you just drive here in the red fire truck?"
Copyright © Stanley Billing | Year Posted 2015
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