We told no one he was a blue coat, Dogberry, flatfoot, the fuzz
Is he the po-po? Asked our smartest wisest relative, Cuz.
Out of all of us he is by far the most brilliant one.
Lots of bragging by Aunt Elzora now, as he was her son.
Sam Adams Drunk Driver Same, Same but Different
Sam Adams was drunk driving
Too fast down an English rural country lane
He ran at a stoplight he did not see
Blew threw a roundabout
Was rubbed out in an accident.
His drinking buddy, the traffic cop flatfoot,
Smoothed over his death ruling it an accident,
And not drunk driving.
Hey man !
Flatfoot, dang!
Why you dragging your leg
Don't you know them there shoes you wear are just too small like peg
Them there shoes you wear are too small, y'all!
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Where are your arches and
Where is your perrier
How can you twist in your turn
As you try walk as you fall not dance on the floor
Why do you waddle and not walk
Liken a toddler it's a wonder you can even talk
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Why you're in crutches and in a wheelchair bound
Where is the Hope of you running a marathon
Flatfoot no wonder yawl dragging y'all foot N' leg
hup yup hup hup hup hup-two three four hup two three four
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
11/28/21
Old time Appalachians deep within the hollows.
Self-sufficient, hard working, fine mountain folks
With farming, barn raising, and crafting skills,
Logging, mining and music to pleasure the ear.
Devoted to family, kin gathering they do.
Faith in the wisdom of their elders is seen.
Church going and revivals, strengthening their beliefs,
Appalachians are dignified, spirited mountain folks.
Gathering of families, generations of kin.
Folk music, old songs blended with time.
Mountain twanged voices singing out songs-
Flatfoot or clog dancing, kicking up heels,
Fiddle picking, foot stomping, hand slapping thighs,
Ballads of life's struggles, celebrations and griefs,
Brought over by immigrants generations ago.
Brings a sense of home for the young and the old.
A dedication to a friend of mine.