Please stay on path
Signs we hath posted
Our wrath on violators!
written January 19, 2022
[modified syllable count]
Now let me see
My Mom told me not to ride that boar hog
But as you will see my brothers and me
Didn't listen to Mommy
We got on this big old hog and rode him when he got tired he would run
for the waller and we would holler
Sometimes we could get off in time before he laid down and rolled with us
If we were not so lucky then we took a trip through the water trough to wash off
But Dad caught us doing that busted our butts and made us clean the trough
We still got cleaned up before Mommy got back but she noticed us starching
We didn't know we got hog lice and she had to pick the hitch hikers off of us
We enjoyed the ride but it was ruff on our hides
we're mill
don't sit still
no jill pill
we climb hills
no matter how tall
we make that wall
also we're biker
they call
us
HIKERS
the carry back pack
thats stack
with there picks nd rack
bags for a shack
food sack
some also biker
those
HIKERS
they like the top
some hop
a lot
from a back pack
thats fill with stacks
and rack
some or bikers
they are
BIKERS
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