A.K. v. 16

I have a rip-runnin’ feud

with this Yankee Cuz o’ mine,

’bout dat wild hog in my wood

dat we call Frank Frankenstein.

Is the 16 really hot

or should I use my A.K.?

I would shoot ‘im on the spot

but he just won’t  gettaway

till he’s filled jowls with my pot.

Dat dere pig ‘as crossed da line!

Now e’s drinkin down my shot

of last bourbon left, divine,

I half-drank two pas’ Sundays

‘fore I passed out ‘neath that tree

where pig’s havin’ pork heyday

eatin’ my spilt homony!

Then Lord saith ”World’s gone ta hell

’cause city folk want our guns!”

And loud rang that big church bell

Sayin’ ”Boys, go get dose Huns!”

Well, this a fortnight after

sermon, bourbon still damn fresh,

my A.K.’s report concurred

as it claimed me that hog’s flesh.

Damn Cuz, with her pea-planter,

who lives just across our field

sent her 2-2-3 round sure

and plunked where my porch paint’s peeled!

“Gosh, Hell, Darn, Damn, Lucille!”

Eric M. Vogt, Copyright 2013

Posted by Eric on February 5, 2013

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