Soakin’ My Dogs

“Soakin My Dogs”

Lived a senile woman and a shrunk aged man
Sippin’ steamin’ coffee from used soup can
Both, slouchin’ in their rockin’ chair
Deeply breathin’ the crisp mornin’ air

Gnarled twosome, chock full day ahead
She started yeast for some potato bread
His suspenders strain to hold up his pants
Chewin’ on a stem, inspecting hemp plants

She with straw whisk, tended dirt floor
He scored quarts of moonshine, wisht he had more
The timeless lady sat straight churnin’ butter
Dodderin’ spouse feigned fixin’ the shutter

Hardy ole’ gal got to smokin’ the hog
He tooled towards town, him and his dog
While she hung the fresh linen on the line
He pulled up to still, was runnin’ fine

It was way past time to rustle up grub
Tipsy ole’ guy gave his neck a good rub
She sizzled them up some hogback and beans
He perched at table patient by no means

At last they sat down commencin’ to chew
Forgot her uppers, shuffled, snatched his too
Soon after they dined on their scrumptious fare
Ambled back in pain to the rockin’ chair

Elderly pair soaked their dogs in dish pan
A snort of moonshine out of handy soup can
Couldn’t think of a better end to the day
Than to soak, smoke and snort cares away


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