by Connie Hinnen Cook
Thursday, August 10, 2006
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Bubba...Billy Bob...and Boomer
Billy Bob, I tell ya, buddy
it's the same ol' worn out tune:
Master's got but one word, Bubba,
only one word: Coon, Coon, Coon!
"Don't chase squirrels an' don't chase rabbits,
leave them fox an' sheep alone,
Wait until yew spy a coon, boy!"
Coons is all he's ever known.
I got talents undiscovered
thangs 'bout me he's never knowed,
I wuz meant fer better thangs, Bub,
bin thet way since I wuz growed.
"I growed yew fer treein' coons, boy,
an' thet's all I 'spect ta see...
Don't go sniffin' them blamed rabbits,
hares don't mean a thang to me."
Bubba, I feel so dang wasted
he's ignorin' me, I swear,
I got moves thet he ain't seen yet,
he don't know an' he don't care.
I kin sniff out whut's the difference
'tween a coyote an' a fox,
But the Master thanks I'm useless,
dumber than a box of rocks!
Sumday I will git my propers:
a blue ribbon ~ trophy cup,
I'll sniff out a white-tailed deer,
I'll dress 'er out an' serve 'er up!
When he gits how go-o-od thet deer tastes,
he'll be sorry, wait an' see ~
If he ain't, I'll git a collar,
tie him nekkid to a tree...
Then I'll go an' git sum hunny,
pore it on thet big buffoon,
stick fried chicken twixt his toes-like,
then call sweetly: Coon! Coon!! Coon!!!
~ Connie ~
"Did you ever walk into a room
and forget why you walked in?
I think that's how dogs
spend their lives."
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|Reviewed by Joyce Bowling
|I must say you have made me laugh outloud to myself, here's the great part...I am sitting here alone tonight, well except for my little house dog whose name is...yes you got it Boomer...she's lounging over there on the bed while I am laughing hysterically trying to type and not misspell. I agree with Connie you must've been a blast as a kid and probably still are...this is wonderful, I've not laughed this much in quite some time...keep on writing the world needs to laugh and smile more...and your soooo talented!
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Connie I still say write that book! This is hilarious! I just know a humorous pet book would sell!;-) Eileen|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|LOL Fun write, Connie; thanks for the laughter today! I needed it!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
|Reviewed by Peter Paton
A delightful and fun filled write that lights up the Den tonight..
Those look like three fine and fun loving doggies...:)
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Simply delightful, Connie. Thank you for sharing your creativity. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by Rhonda Galizia
|What wonderful humor and interesting fare, Connie! Truly enjoyed this......I know an orthodontist who can close those Boomer-spaces, like that! LOL
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Oh thank you for making my day.....SO good to read you again!!
|Reviewed by H. Lena Jones
|Hi Connie...You do a fine job getting inside those doggies heads! Oh, doggies, what big teeth you have. "Best for chewin' them blamed rabbits when we gits them..."
Okay, Connie, I enjoyed this one...and the picture too! :)
|Reviewed by Connie Faust
|I wonder what you were like when you were a kid?
Such rascally thoughts you have!
Yew air sho good at unnerstandin how dawgs thank
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|I remember eating racoons back whenn I grew up in Arkansas. Good to. Greasy, but good. Not as greasy as possum, though. Loved this!!!|
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Quite a tale, Connie! But I sure hope my four mutts don't read this - they're devilish enough to try that tree thing on me, and we have a few coons left around these parts!
And my gosh, those are handsome lads!