Me and Margie and Myrtle
Were sittin’ in Margie’s front
Yard talkin’ about one thing
Then another mostly the
Neighbors one passed by
Yesterday in his egg-yellow
Pickup and didn’t as much as
Wave even Margie said such
Manners I declare that’s the
Way things are nowadays
Myrtle added nothin’s like it
Was before I believe it was
Old man Whetstone yeah I’m
Pretty sure on his high horse
He was what does he think I
Am trash? I happen to own
A house and property does he?
Hell no he don’t even have a
Pot to pee in never had no
Ambition same thing day
After day they say that’s why
His old lady up and left got
Fed up with the whole shebang
Of course sometimes I feel
Sorry for him though said Myrtle
Sometimes I feel like a motherless
Child I said oh that was a good
One Margie said I always loved
It you ARE a motherless child
Myrtle said then we three laughed
As I was saying before I was so
RUDELY interrupted I feel sorry
For him maybe the good Lord’ll
Send him anothern does he
Deserve anothern? Margie asked
If one does come along she’ll be
A bed and kitchen slave like the
Other one was I feel sorry for her
Already me too the other two
Of us grunted in unison.