I was born in southern Virginia.
There are two kinds of people in the south,
quality folks who count for something and
trashy ones who don’t.
Yep- we were the latter.
The kind that would think it logical
to slide down the roof,
without any practice,
onto a trampoline,
bounce up and over the fence,
uninvited,
into the neighbors' pool.
The only question asked.
“What are we going to use,
to slide down the roof?”
“We could use silly-boys
boogie-board,
he goes like the wind
in wet grass.”
We’ll have to wet the roof.”
- Author: Jerry Reynolds ( Offline)
- Published: June 15th, 2021 08:33
- Comment from author about the poem: Advance apologies to anyone offended. Southern satirical wit- often self-deprecating is generally intended to reveal.
- Category: Humor
- Views: 54
Comments7
Love t. Very sentimental poem Jerry
OK, I'll take it. Thanks, S.C.
Now what would one use to wet a roof with?????
Guess I'm trash too b-t-w. Was brought up to believe i didn't count for a thing.
Thanks, Dusk.
But you met a really cool spider.
A fine write Jerry, though I'm not familiar with this, being in the U.K..
Thanks, Orchi.
That harsh reality now only a memory, so well expressed as a poem
Thanks, M.S.
Get the joke, love the imagery.
Not going to get into a class confrontation here though, Jerry
BTW I too met a spider. Are they all the go round here?
Thanks, Dave.
Embrace your "Red-Neck heart"
Wonderful fun write Jerry - back in the day eh?
Andy
Thanks, Andy.
Well!!!
Very nice indeed Jerry, reminds me of the time I partook in a bit of "backyard wrestling", where we took bumps off the roof onto the trampoline below.
Thanks for sharing, bravo, and I hope that all is well!
Thanks, A.B.
All is well thanks for asking 70% vaxed.
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