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POETRY BOOK TWO: Dog Grrl!
Ol' Gran'mama's Stew

My ol’ gran’daddy,
He was snakebit and blue.
Yeah, my ol’ gran’daddy,
He was snakebit and blue.
Married to my ol’ gran’mama,
Well, you’d be snakebitten, too.

My ol’ gran’mama,
She’d give the devil his due.
Yeah, my ol’ gran’mama,
She’d give that devil his due.
Ol’ Lucifer’d be bedeviled,
Bitin’ off more ‘n he could chew.

My own daddy n’ me,
We’d been sippin’ d’ brew.
An’ my ol’ gran’daddy ‘n me,
We’d been sippin’ brew, too.
Ol’ gran’mama come strollin’ in,
Knowin’ we’d been havin’ a few.

Well, ol’ gran’mama’s eyes,
They rolled back in her head,
An’ ol’ gran’mama’s voice,
Coulda raised Jesus from the dead.
Takin’ her Bible from her belt,
Gave us somethin’ t’ dread.

My own daddy n’ me,
An’ my ol’ gran’daddy, too,
We ran from that house,
To d’ church an’ d’ pew,
Prayed to God to deliver us,
From ol’ gran’mama’s stew!

My ol’ gran’daddy,
He was snakebit and blue.
An’ my own daddy n’ me,
We was snakebit and blue.
Livin’ with my ol’ gran’mama,
Well, you’d be snakebitten, too.

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