Hillbilly Passing in After life BluesA Poem by Rory CJ FranksonReal tragicomedy in neighbors jarrin bout dead folksFRED'S PLACE. An buried back out yonder... A Mountain of a Man, an he's. Dowg.... An a better damn Pic. ************************************************************************** chucking, a ghost dog? *********************************RIP********* Mountain in ah Mournin... RSVP: Fred Clive Mc Crackerty *********************************************************************************************************************************************************** Shootin the breeze, with neighbor Rose Garden. Swappin... Dead folks! Die- 0 - log a home up here, north. Where Fred, went... the big nappy. Was real, snappy. 'Pop' went his snap-dragons and missed, by a day n !/2 pint. The mutt n no fur. Ta scratchin! Hit by a post hole auger, an. Ewww, quite a real mess. RIP FRED FRIEND
Hillbillies hide treasure. An all sneaky seekers, a bye...
buy. Fred a Beer? To peer, through wax paper window. Wave a hi howdy, to his widow the spider. That hang, in its corner. By a poem, about... what else, his pal. Lil jack Horner. Fred, wail that harp at all hours. Ha, not a neighbor. Fer miles... Fred play If'n ya wanna go's ta Heaven! On Harp... Fred trip an swallow, it. Killed him dead. Certificate, to read, Death by Har-mon-ica! That's' d said... Bout dead Hillbilly... Fred. Mc Crackerty. Land, ah swamp never sell. Though never can tell, Catails from Coconuts. We always said. Or Fred did... but he, died an then. Was, Dead, were... Fred. We was, Sad! Then Gerry showed at that there proceedin an play: Dreadful Wind & Rain fer Fred's passin.. Dead. Playin Grateful Dead. Praise Gerry God, Garcia! Ya hey, Dead Head. Head, like Fred... Mmm Umm, Guitar God, maybe? Salute man, peace. No dope here, ya know... Aw-men... Brother. Fred, willed me his truck! Woompa ********************************************************** All Stars * FRED ***** Well... the next day an gettin truck keys from Rose Garden. I get's in the Monster an key don't fit. Rose sticks her head in da window an ask. "What ah'ya do'in there stupid! This my truck an Bum Brother always ah borrow'd d'it!" I feel stupid too, "oh I says, heart sinkin. "Nope that over there's Fred's truck"! I looks over ta where's she's ah point ta the weeds. I scratch's my head, an sure. Disapointed some, as I'd done gone to look under dat hood... no motor? Well that figures. Then Rose she comes back an says. "You know Fred, he built that motor fer me." An I nods like, "Well he just finish his, the day before... well, you know. Anyways it's inna shed over there. An It's a damn sight bigger'n mine!", an I. Jus, Hillbilly grin ;)... ************************************************************************************** Howdy... I created a Hillbilly play - list fer your backwoods enjoyin! If'in you all liker this ah here. Well hey, open yr'selves ah new page an surf on more Poets an listen to a evinin a tunage on this here Hillbilly ah wantin ta please his Hillbilly relations if'in ya's know's what I's after? I's at the end Oo this feature our Canadian Hillbilly Hero... who groed up inna big city To-ranta Onter-eo! Ta some - how's find ah Hillbilly Soul Name ah Neil Young. So hope's ya be enjy'n. Yee Ha lets Rock the Rock - billy goat some ya All. Bee Coll an push over sleepin cows. Always ah lots ah fun when yr bored an nufin else works fer ya! © 2010 Rory CJ FranksonAuthor's Note
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22 Reviews Added on May 29, 2010 Last Updated on June 7, 2010 Previous Versions AuthorRory CJ FranksonVernon, British Colombia, CanadaAboutIt's all about the music really. I'm a Writer / Musician. Write On / Right On! Peace... Romon in Review Out Post & Creative Standard Productions. Romonx Associated Artists Rory CJ Frankson .. more..Writing
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