 Foot Salad
I love feet
but I have this one fetish,
sometimes when I'm bored
I like to rub them with lettuce.
Big feet, little feet,
wide or thin,
any size foot
from a one to a ten.
I sprinkle with bacon,
I top with cheese,
pour on some dressing,
foot salad if you please.
 People piss me off
When I'm at home and cleaning,
the telephone keeps ringing.
People, people, people
Piss me off.
In the aisles while I'm shopping,
they cut off my space for walking.
People, people, people
piss me off.
When I'm sick and sneezing,
they make sure that I'm freezing.
People, people, people
piss me off.
When it's calm and I'm writing,
outside they start fighting.
People, people, people
piss me off.
At the movies when I'm quiet,
the row behind me starts a riot.
People, people, people
piss me off.
In bed while I slumber,
outside the traffic thunders.
People, people, people
piss me off.
While commuting in the rush,
amid their rage I feel the crush.
People, people, people
piss me off.
When I'm hungry and start eating,
on my door they come beating.
People, people, people
piss me off.
When I'm naked in the shower,
they call ten times an hour.
People, people, people
piss me off.
When I'm alone and getting bored,
it's only then that I'm ignored.
People, people, people
piss me off.
 Springtime in the Mountains
It's never hard to figure when Spring is near,
especially back home near possum creek's veer.
The flowers start budding, some even bloom.
Grass turns green and shoots to the moon.
Critters awake from their long Winter's nap,
insects scurry over warm tree sap.
you'll find Ma in the kitchen weaving her broom,
and Pa on the front porch drunk as a loon.
Cousin Jeb takes to pasture, he soaks up the sun,
uncle Ned controls the outhouse while cleaning his gun.
Old blue is our horny red bone hound,
he'll mount every fence post, or leg to be found.
In the mornings, Junior tends tend to the still,
while sis will dries the wash atop skunk bottom hill.
Ma cooks breakfast using old hog back grease,
While Pa sits at the table, picking both of his teeth.
But Spring's not official, until those time honored nights
when we gather on the porch to watch the dogs fight.
That's Spring in the mountains as I remember,
you won't find this much fun in December.
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