We's Gotcha
Ma cowboys un me been ponderin a way
Tryin ta figgers ur chores fer tha day
We thunk, un we thunk, finally Jimbo sez
"Times cum fer us ta chooze sum ones ta tags"
Nows who ut cud be's air 'nother thin.
We's paces tha floor er work went undid
"Jist who's kin ut be's" asks Billy tha kid
Tha hawks thay war circlin', Tha buzzards war too
Wonderin what ut war wrong with er crew
Jist bafor Cookie tha chuck bell did gong
I's finalies figgers oot what war wrong.
We's ain't never been oot un pub-lik much
So's I's takes oot my lariat an gives er a toss
Ut lans round Samuel, I's sez "youse tha boss
Ut air up ta youse what one we's does picks"
He ponders a spell, than cums oot un sez
"Whatch thinks bout er frien, Carol Brown."
I's sez "Doggies that air tha one"
"Gal frien we's loves ya"
Carol Brown --youse jist been tagged.
Copyright © Marycile Beer | Year Posted 2007
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