moonshine whiskey

[Bill Powell]

In the fifties Saturday Evening Post use to run a poetry page. My brother was reading it, and not impressed. He wrote on a tablet for about fifteen minutes, and the following was his first poem.


MOONSHINE WHISKEY

Moonshine whiskey makes me frisky,

Makes me feel so gay.

Makes the teachers and the preachers.

Walk the other way.


Sheriffs, jurors, revenooers,

They try to find my still.

Hawk this mornin called a warnin,

Now I'm in the hills.


Should they find me here and bind me,

And haul me down to jail.

I'll never budge til the circuit judge,

Takes whiskey as my bail.


Now I'll walk along and sing this song,

And if I can hold my luck.

Til judgement day my price will stay,

A gallon fur a buck.........




This is from a very old memory. any screw-ups are mine.

[Cali-Glock]

cool!

[BLAZE]

[QUOTE]Originally posted by Bill Powell
[B]In the fifties Saturday Evening Post use to run a poetry page. My brother was reading it, and not impressed. He wrote on a tablet for about fifteen minutes, and the following was his first poem.


Sounds pretty good for his first poem.

[Bill Powell]

He wrote some later that was absolutely beautiful.