he done gone told her that she's frightening, seeing how she was born with a child's
heart and too many teeth, and how she laughs the most when she's nervous. as byganny
goes, she left him off with a lick and a promise, shinned out, and ain't nary a soul's
got a notion as to where she went.

now in the meantime, and contrary-wise to popular belief, he's settin' about powerful
roostered and having to shove his head in the water barrel every goldurned morning. he
found her dreadful fetchin', he did, despite the fact that she were right powerful ugly,
and he's likely to wollop you 'round the ears should you tell him any different.

now i've tried to holler at his tie-up without so much as a "hush yer mouth" being
called back down. he's all shoddy and shakin' and can't even roll a quirley without
spilling his tobacc-y all on the floor. she and all her teeth done fixed him good with
rabies, tell you true.

07/11/2009

Author's Note: Forgot how much I love southern/cowboy slang.

Posted on 07/11/2009
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