Redneck Nursery Rhymes
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Will the King’s horses or any of his men?
Ever stack those turds that high again.
A tit for a tat and Rooty Toot Toot.
The rats always follow the piper and flute.
Old mother Hubbard was all out of bones.
So, Rover took off to find a new home.
Little Miss Muffet with her bowl slightly turned.
Blows on her soup so she doesn’t get burned.
Now what’s in that hat? Could it be bearing claws?
Or is it just that old elf taking a short pause.
Redneck Rhymes are sure fun to find.
You can polish a turd but those three mice are still blind.
Copyright © Mark Koplin | Year Posted 2020
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