Soakin My Dogs

A Poem by Bgbradley

Lived a senile woman and shrunk aged man
Sippin steamin coffee from a used soup can
The both of them slouched in their rockin chair
Deeply breathin in the crisp mornin air

Gnarled twosome had a chock-full day ahead
She started some yeast for potato bread
His suspenders strained to hold up his pants
Chewin on a weed, inspected his hemp plants

She with straw whisk tended the dirt floor
He scored quarts of moonshine, wisht he had more
The timeless woman sat straight to churn butter
Dodderin spouse feigned fixing the shutter

Hardy ole gal got to smokin the hog
He tooled into town, just him and his dog
While she hung the fresh linen on the line
He pulled up to his still, was runnin fine

It was way past time to rustle up grub
Tipsy ole guy gave his neck a good rub
She sizzled them up some hogback and beans
He perched at the table, calm by no means

At last they sat down commencin to chew
Forgot her uppers, shuffled and snatched his too
Soon after they dined on their scrumptious fare
Ambled back in pain to the rockin chair

Elderly pair soaked their dogs in dish pan
A snort of moonshine out of handy soup can
Couldn't think of a better end to a long day
Than to soak, smoke and snort their cares away