Still-Billy Bubba
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Young Bubba loved to tend the still
For otherwise the drip was swill
So every day, right after school
He'd take off running like a fool
Each afternoon, that crazy dash
Into the swamp to tend the mash
Sure, chasing gators was divine -
Lots more fun than tending 'shine
But Grampy'd only last 'til two
Then he'd be off to chase Ol' Sue
If Bubba wasn't there by then
The brew would sour once again
And this batch HAD to settle pure
As it was time for Grampy's cure
And forcing him to thus abstain
Would mean, for Bubba, lots of pain
If Grampy failed to scratch his itch
Poor Bubba's backside felt the switch
And how could Bubba sit through class
Once Grampy's switch had striped his ...
Assertaining shine was number one
Toward Bubba's hopes of ANY fun ...
That still was Bubba's "bestest" friend
For it saved poor Bubba's ... bitter end.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2018
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