PULL UP A CHAIR

Didn’t know wha-cha wanted
Didn’t know wha-cha come fer

Didn’t hear the screen door slam.
Thought you was in the kitchen.

Beer, wine and butts running low
Half cup of stale coffee left from mornin.

Fixin to make another pot
You coming or go-in?

Fed the dawgs and chickens
Put up fourteen bales of hay, a-ready.

Pose to rain da safternoon
Sky’s turnin gray.

Got some biscuits in the oven
How bout some eggs with dat?

Gotta a chunk a this here bacon
You up for some poke fat?

If ya staying, pull up a chair.

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Image from Google Images: antiques-atlas

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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories and songs.

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