Fishing in Mudlick Holler

Bubba took Paw's bass-boat out
Early this past Sunday morn;
Lookin' to catch a mess of fish;
Cook up some fry and some corn.

But ol' Bubba only caught one trout,
And that dang fish had a name!
That ol' fish been there for many a year
And actually had a bit of fame!

Yup...that ol' fish had seen rough days,
And seen many a long night too;
It was just plumb tuckered out,
And its demise was long overdue.


When Bubba walked in with that ol' trout,
Paw was right fit to be tied;
He said 'I throwed that thang back
many times! I thought the dang thang died!'

Paw maintained it was just too tough
To be a proper, fittin' meal,
But to keep peace with ol' Bubba,
Maw and Paw listened to his appeal.

As Maw pulled down the chainsaw
From the shed hangin' on the wall,
Paw made ready the dynamite,
Blastin' caps and all.

They were tryin' to cook that trout;
Tryin' to get through that thick hide;
Tryin' to cook that tough ol' fish,
And keep Bubba pacified.

But nothin' worked on that ol' trout,
And Paw nearly destroyed their home;
So Bubba went and threw it back,
And it found itself another home.




DaLovePoet
© 2001 Mike Diaz (All rights reserved)

4/12/ 2001