Dilbert Bobo, be a good ole boy,
He took hisin delight in aplayin the lottery, it was hisin joy.
He be poor as ole John's goose,
On Friday nights, he'd get lickered up and bust loose.
He faithfully played that thar power ball.
He was gest awaitin fur a jackpot's big haul.
He always bought hisin ticket from Bobbie Jo at the 7-11,
She be quite comely and smelled like pure heaven.
He always slickered down hisin hare, and grinned with hisin tooth,
Bobbie Jo just stuck up hern nose and remain aloof.
Dilbert gest thunk that she be playin hard to git,
But he knowed he was awearin her down, he be quite hard to furgit.
Dilbert's ship had cum in, he had won millions in the lottery,
That's when Bobbie Jo sed," Dilbert, I'm gonna let Ya merrys me!"
Dilbert be horny and a dum ole boy,
Popped the question, stoned with joy.
Bobbie Jo sighed," We'll be happy as kin be".
" As soon as Ya signs yore winnins over to me!"
They went to a lawyer to makes it legal,
Bobbie Jo dun gots her prey, likes a crafty ole eagle.
They dun got wedded quick, we threw minute rice,
That thar weddin went off quite nice.
Afor we gots to eat no weddin cake, the bride sed it was a gitten late,
She pushed us out the door and latched the gate.
Bobbie Jo shucked offen her duds and gave Dilbert a wink,
She sed," Afor we gits busy, I'm agonna fix Ya a drink!"
She fixed him up a moonshine, viaggie laced toddy
That made him up and ready for hisin little hottie.
She dun mixed a hole dad burn bottle of viaggie in,
Then sat back a watchin, like a possum wearin a grin.
Ole Dilbert's little soldier, stood up and did salute,
Bobbie Jo patted Dilbert's head, sayin," Aint that cute!"
Ole Dilbert got him the ride of hisin life,
Tweren't no stoppin him and hisin young frisky wife.
That thar Hunnymoon night ride lasted nie on to four dazes,
Dilbert stayed in a funky, purple haze.
Hisin twinkie stayed hard as a stone,
Bobbie Jo wouldn't leave the poor ole boy alone.
After the fourth day, ole Dilbert be dead,
He died with a smile on hisin lips, in hisin bed.
That ole Bobbie Jo, was gest a ole gold diggin Ho,
But she be filthy rich, that thar Widder Bobo.

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