Moonshine Runner Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr

Moonshine Runner
Old grandpa is at it again. The is still up and cooking once more.
He fills the bottles so carefully. Not to spill a drop
Loads the old pickup truck with boxes of shine Ready to make a run to the bars.
He goes so fast the Fed boys can't catch him in that old truck of his.
Running down the road to the bars not missing one with a jar.
The hills knows the old moonshine runner as he runs the shine tonight.
So get your or
order in now for tomorrow will be too late for the moonshine runner.
Will be right at his still.