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Ode: a lyric poem...of elaborate or irregular metrical form...expressive of exalted or enthusiastic emotion...originally entended to be sung.
And the livin's . . . as the livin' is:
Flowers a-blooming . . . Skeeters bite'n';
The Beauty And The Itch!
"Hush, little baby!"
My ass!! ( And Mammy's, too!!!)
Slap! Smack! Spray! Swat!
...them blood-suckin' bitches...
...them fever-spreadin' bitches...
...them death dealin' bitches...
Then lay ye'all back . . . enjoy those blooming flowers
An' them jumpin' (after skeeters???) fish!
What about cotton?
High? . . . as an elephant's eye?? . . . right up to the sky???
HAH-HA-HA-HAAHH-HA. . .AHA-HAH-HAH...AHAH-HA-HA-HAAHH-HA!
Naaawww...that's...that's an ode of another mode: Cotton's King, but...Corn's Queen!
I'll tell ya this much though: some of my best friends are human beings!
But--now don't get me wrong--
I wouldn't want my child to marry one of 'em. . .you know how it is:
Once they move into a neighborhood
The value of the property goes down!
And their children would have an identity problem...I guess....
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|Reviewed by Constance Gotsch
|This is funny. I don't live in a mosquito ridden place, thank godness, but I don't miss 'em.|