Who knew? A form a poetry I can closely relate to. Disclosure: I enjoyed writing this. Sorry (not). I went a little overboard with the yokel hick vernacular — works for me. I may do another soon, when I stop laughing.
No real person, living or not, is depicted in this piece (except pics) — it’s a joke. A rotter is a cruel, stingy, or unkind person.
Ain’t Seen the Like
Yer ugly and a stupid lout.
I heerd ya drink da bath water,
Af’n yer old lady warshed da diapers out.
But, cha’ ain’t never gettin’ old; yer too rotter.
Yee’d have one redeeming feature,
If’n ye was dead, bu’cher sorry-ass ain’t.
Too bad, so sad, yer a hor’bile slimy creature.
Nah sir, lil’ fart, bu-chew never make’n saint.
Yer jis’ so feckin’ rotten, yer feets be a stinkin’
Yer mudder too asham’ ta le’cha go out.
If’n Ah wuz yer pappy, I’d be a-thinkin’
‘bout given yer nasty ass a good clout.
So I bin-a-tinkin, ‘bout nex weekind,
And yer putrid discustin’ slothy fate,
If’n ya steel wanna, an’ she’s still-a-willin’
Yer free ta take meh daughter on a date.
See the humor in life, lighten up, and look both ways.
Mind the gaps on country roads.