The Clampetts
The Clampetts
Whoever is in charge must be a louse.
We’ve had to resort to frozen grouse.
And canned caviar just don’t git,
the pallet lit up like it should be lit.
Been a whoppin’ change at the white house.
By doggie, This recession gives me the fits.
I’m goin’ back to hog maw and grits,
molasses on the side with a slab of ham.
By golly that’s more who I am.
Add a slice of fried corn bread, I’m at the Ritz.
© Jun 10 2010 placed 4 th in economic woe contest
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