Grandma's Fancy Laced Boots Poem by Perry Campanella

For Y'all to enjoy! ! !

Momma went trappin' till noon,
fer Ring Neck Ducks ~ en a fishin' too,
she was a dragin' er ole berlap full-
as well
'like money in 'er til'
by thee light, now full moon...

Seven siblings doin' chores causin'...
Momma needed money...soon,
Grandpa en a pop'a were a knockin'
down all those logs - for Coors,

Momma chasin' chickens, Oh! an rescelin'...
in their pen, en a sloppin' with all them hogs,
why she was a slippin' en a slidein'...
into a sink hole, an a trippin' over ~ pa's logs,

Frogs were a jumpin', an a hopin'
right through her hands...

While Grandpa was a brewin',
a good ale, a good tale fer Kentucky mash...
Momma ney're could save 'er cash,

Fer what she longed fer...
ner're enough mash-ale fer dough,
though ~ down to her country-store...

She went one misty ~ foggy mornin'...
In one of her swamp boats,
All ale an Momma went a paddlin'...
Per'aps
fer her new pair of ~ fancy laced
Combat Boots.