My mother had all her teeth pulled and rarely wore her false teeth. Still, she liked to entertain us with stories like this, teeterin'. This is my original but in the same speech and pattern as I truly can't remember any of the details of mom's. We were supposed to 'learn' something from these 'tales'--guess the moral of this one is 'don't rock the house' :)!
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teeterin' on the edge of the hill
momma walked out, slipped, took a spill
six inches--front or back--one slides
over bounteous mountain sides
younguns climb out side winders but ...
momma doesn't yet have the guts
"childern toss a rope, pull me up"
it takes a while ... Ma ain't a pup
soiled underwear hung down ... a'treed
kids shimmed up, plucked with speed
Jay is 'hung'; Birdie's on the pill
Bird, underwear on her head, came--
leghole eye holes--she had no shame
"found these down on the path Gertie"
Ma was a twin of sis, Birdie
"t'ain't ya gotcha a line up yet?
ya gonna kill yaself, we bet
in a teeterin' 'ouse, ya will--
da wind'll blow ya 'ouse, ill spill
furnature 'ill fall, splinner
or ill slip off in winner
'tain't my bussiness. i'll shat my mouf

Birdie went to pot and den flushed
there was a tremble, then it hushed
it dropped ... splat! all was gone like dat
'dey went with da 'house dat's a fact!