Redneck Poem by John Shea
Redneck
About to noodle the ole catfish in the creek
With my crooked fingers I did seek
Found a snapper with an ugly temper
Lost one crooked finger forever
Then I wed and partied hardy
Lost my mind at a redneck party
Tripped over a pit bull on the way out
So I thought, it was my spouse.
Now I feel safe these days and nights
Flying in rockets filled with TNT
That's right!
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