Hillbilly Passing in After life Blues

Hillbilly Passing in After life Blues

A Poem by Rory CJ Frankson
"

Real tragicomedy in neighbors jarrin bout dead folks

"

FRED'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




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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 ;)...

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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!
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© 2010 Rory CJ Frankson


Author's Note

Rory CJ Frankson
Mmm Nya, people don get it... there's still, Hillbillies. In them there hills!

An ar ol trucks, never die. Jus goes, ah damn sight faster...

A dollar goes to the first person to recognize Fred's pictograph?
So far nobody's recognized... Fred?

Ya all come back now, Ya hear!

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Comin' from Arkansas land o' hillbillies and shoeless, toothless folks ... born n raised in these here parts ain't no hills round my neck of the woods tho lol

Well I found this a very amusing poem and quite unique!
Who'd thought a harmonica could cause such a disaster?
Rest in Peace Fred and Gerry...

Chloe



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I don't really get it. Doesn't mean it's not funny. Maybe I just live too close to the hills to see the laughs.

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lol i love it

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