It’s another present from my three-months-ago birthday! I know how to extend a happy celebration.
Though I make jokes about The Store of My People, I can’t make jokes about the Songs of My People. First, rednecks are not a strictly Southern phenomenon, and second, my people would be rotating in their graves to be called rednecks. Because they weren’t, not even Aunt Jo who scandalized the family by walking downtown barefooted. (I wish I’d known her.)
Rednecks or not, you’ve no doubt known some good ol’ boys, and this poem is in honor of them.
When I was a kid my favorite thing about summer was NO SHOES. Also, I watched a show on the history channel about where american slang comes from … and how the meanings have changed over the years. Red Neck was a term originally used for Scottish Covenanters … who often wore red scarfs bandanas etc around their necks to signify their beliefs – and they settled large areas of the south …
Now me an my Daddy’s side of the family have always been PWT .. but would balk at the term redneck too … good ol’ boy yes, hillbilly, maybe, Redneck – no.
Oh, it couldn’t be that bad…
There will likely be an explosion or broken bones. As you flee the scene, go ahead and call 911 in advance.
Wwwwhhhheeeeeeeeeeee
Crunch
WWwhhaaaaaa
Whir Whir Whir Whir
Ca-ching
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LOL… I LOVE that poem! Too funny!
Thanks!
HA!