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My nephew has a great education, he graduated the 6th grade.
Granny makes her own whiskey, and she makes lye soap.
But if you/'/re wondering if the neighbors are happy, nope.
Mrs. Drysdale doesn/'/t like us, she constantly complains.
She says living next to us is going to drive her insane.
Elly May is my daughter, and she/'/s awful fond of critters.
But now she has rabies because her raccoon bit her.
My sister Pearl insisted that I move here from the South.
Elly May won/'/t drink water, and she/'/s foaming at the mouth.
Jethro does some cyphering, he can count up to ten.
If you/'/ve met somebody smarter, I/'/d like to know when.
I love my mansion, especially the billy yard room.
If you get too close to Granny/'/s still, you/'/ll be knocked out by the fumes.
The people of Beverly Hills wants us to move away.
But they/'/d better get used to us, we/'/re here to stay. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 84 [topic] => 7 [informant] => randyjohnson [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry ) Your Poetry Dot Com - Well, Doggies!


Well, Doggies!
Date: Saturday, 1st September 2018 @ 05:06:01 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: randyjohnson
Oil was struck on my land, and 100 million is what I was paid.
My nephew has a great education, he graduated the 6th grade.
Granny makes her own whiskey, and she makes lye soap.
But if you/'/re wondering if the neighbors are happy, nope.
Mrs. Drysdale doesn/'/t like us, she constantly complains.
She says living next to us is going to drive her insane.
Elly May is my daughter, and she/'/s awful fond of critters.
But now she has rabies because her raccoon bit her.
My sister Pearl insisted that I move here from the South.
Elly May won/'/t drink water, and she/'/s foaming at the mouth.
Jethro does some cyphering, he can count up to ten.
If you/'/ve met somebody smarter, I/'/d like to know when.
I love my mansion, especially the billy yard room.
If you get too close to Granny/'/s still, you/'/ll be knocked out by the fumes.
The people of Beverly Hills wants us to move away.
But they/'/d better get used to us, we/'/re here to stay.

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