Andrew Fairchild Poet Light Verse

Th' Crick Is Dryin' Up

Th' Crick is dryin’ Up.

Ah got this Stick, ah call a Tree, stuck in th' mud:
Decorated it with dental floss, well za could
‘Cause there’s so much of the stuff in the dead weeds out back
An’ th’ Tree pret’ near always stays stuck there, ‘cept for when a strong wind blows up.

That little mud tea trickle that remains a’ the Crick, ah call ‘Trump Soup’.

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Gershon Wolf February 13, 2019 at 6:45 PM I CANNOT stop laughing at this one, Andrew. (Know that I listen to country music too---although NOT all the time, like one of my sons does). Good job! Mark Twain'd be right proud of ye. ~ Gershon Andrew Fairchild February 13, 2019 at 9:19 PM Thank You very Much! I had a grandmother from Kansas who spoke like that, and I JUST LOVE IT. Thanks for stopping by!