Poetry by DaLovePoet

Bubba's Baitshop and Brokerage Firm


Ol' Bubba runs the baitshop
Settin' longside Tyler Creek,
But as of lately ol' Bubba
Been gettin' learned so he can speak.

About stocks and bonds and futures stuff,
Options, commodities, and lots more;
It's so ya cain't just buy some bait,
grab your pole and get out the door.

Cuz Bubba--he just talks your head off
About all this investment junk,
And how he made a big ol' killing
Buying some kinda garbage bond bunk.

No one here in Mudlick Holler
Knows what Bubba is talkin' about,
But he's about to skittle our brains,
And make us go plumb mad and shout!

He's even wearin' his Sunday clothes
AND SHOES to the baitshop every day!
No more goin' barefoot for him,
Cuz he says he got no time for play.

He is now a financial tycoon,
Whatever that is supposed to mean;
But to me he still looks like Bubba;
Though with a might bit too much caffeine.

DaLovePoet
© 2001 Mike Diaz (All rights reserved)
4/12/2001