'Hard Times Are A Comin' Poem by Linda Winchell

Got’s no gravy in the skillet
Got’s No bacon, maybe a spoonful of week old grits!
Got’s me two stale red, ”jelly, belly beans”
Four, ” M& M’s”
Bout all for dinner, you’s goanna gits!

Paw, I’m tryin to make a go of things
But the further I go’s, the deeper that I gits!
So make the best of this meal Paw
And don’t hand me none
Of your, down South flappin lips!

Now it might help if you was a workin!
And maybe bringin some monies into this humble house.
I haven’t a crumb to offer anyone
And I’m getting real tired of being your faithful
And lovin spouse!

Paw, your just gettin lazy, old and smelly!
All I hear is the groanin of your fat belly!
So if yaw wanna better meal than this
I suggest you go
“So Gits on with ya paw, ” now gits! ”

Don’t be lookin over at, ”Old Yeller”
He’s gots real problems of his own!
He’s gettin so old and feeble Paw
He’s forgotten where he’s gone and buried all dem bones.

I was tell him just the other day,
“Old Yeller”, now you go and fetch me one thar bones.”
But all he did was lay there paw
Rolled over lookin up at me
Then just died, with one last doggie groan!

So hard times, they is a comin Paw!
In fact, I think thar already here.
I hope yawl finds a job real soon Paw
Now gits a move on Paw
And gits on out a here!