‘‘Twas the night before Bedlam and all through the house. Not even a meth head was stirring in the goon’s trailer house.
The Loves ou stockings were hung by the chimney without care,
In hopes that Their coke head coach soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of Kenny jr double legging them danced in their heads;
And mamma in her Walmart xxxl and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long drunken nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my water bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the half broken blinds and threw up the towel.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen gravel from lowes,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my lazy eye did appear,
It was mike Gundy grinning ear to ear,
His cheeks were like roses, his nose not big like Barry's (Switzer)!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the mullet was flowing ready to send the goons packing below;
The stump of the goon's pipe he held tight in his few teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a pcp/meth wreath;
More rapid than bullet his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Spencer! now, JP! now Dom and Nixon!
On, Lacy! on, Taylor! on, Tanner and Bray !
To the top of their trailer porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Kiss my ass sooners! Back to the John Blake era for all!"
The Loves ou stockings were hung by the chimney without care,
In hopes that Their coke head coach soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of Kenny jr double legging them danced in their heads;
And mamma in her Walmart xxxl and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long drunken nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my water bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the half broken blinds and threw up the towel.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen gravel from lowes,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my lazy eye did appear,
It was mike Gundy grinning ear to ear,
His cheeks were like roses, his nose not big like Barry's (Switzer)!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the mullet was flowing ready to send the goons packing below;
The stump of the goon's pipe he held tight in his few teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a pcp/meth wreath;
More rapid than bullet his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Spencer! now, JP! now Dom and Nixon!
On, Lacy! on, Taylor! on, Tanner and Bray !
To the top of their trailer porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Kiss my ass sooners! Back to the John Blake era for all!"
