This poor guy was in deep dark trouble.

The dogs were barking in the streets
And wouldn’t let me pass
It could have been my purple pants
Or maybe I smelled of bathtub gin

A fat old lady in a Cadillac
Knocked over a fire hydrant on a cat
Made a one legged man climb a tree
Barely stopped before she got to me

My wife skipped town with a truck driving man
After they burned my house to the ground
I bet against the county Mounty and lost
And my mama wouldn’t answer when I called.

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  • Jamill Driskel on Jul 8, 2007

    You go again girl.

  • JNV on Jul 9, 2007

    Guess the only calls he’s making now are collect. Hopefully someone answers…

  • Randy on Jul 12, 2007

    You can have the purple pants. I’ll take the bathtub gin.

  • clay hurtubise on Mar 28, 2009

    lol, fun piece!
    Thanks,.
    Clay

  • Daisy Peasblossom on Mar 28, 2009

    Oh, this is fun! Reminds me of the old riddle poems from when I was a kid.

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