The Sad Tale Of Biddle Bo' Beep Poem by Jim McGill

There once was redneck called Biddle Bo' Beep
Who got plastered on moonshine and fell asleep in his Jeep
Completely passed out because he got loaded
He left his still unattended. Eventually it exploded

Such a serious tragedy not experienced in years
And great was the sadness expressed by his tears
He regretted most sincerely the time for his snooze
'Cause the blast took away eighty jugs of his booze

Now Biddle Bo' Beep had a few sheep
And they too were all drunk and asleep
Contented they grazed by the still everyday
Not on grass, but on hooch, the hill folk would say

Blasted head over hoof they sailed into the sky
All away, away up...you could see them all fly
And then they came down hitting ground in a heap
And that's the sad tale of...Biddle Bo' Beep