To: blam
I say, first, medicinal wine from a teaspoon,
Then beer from a bottle.
An' the next thing ya know,
Your son is playin' for money
In a pinch-back suit.
And list'nin to some big out-a-town Jasper
Hearin' him tell about horse-race gamblin'.
5 posted on
11/01/2003 9:20:26 AM PST by
billorites
(freepo ergo sum)
To: billorites
And all week long your Tehran City
Youth'll be frittern away,
I say your young men'll be frittern!
Frittern away their noontime, suppertime, choretime too!
Get the ball in the pocket,
Never mind gittin' Dandelions pulled
Or the screen door patched or the truckbomb loaded.
6 posted on
11/01/2003 9:23:37 AM PST by
billorites
(freepo ergo sum)
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