Have you seen that red headed womanShe's crazy over in yond holler.
Says her words are syrupy sweet
But they even tempt a lawyer!
If venture down her eerie lane
In evening past midnight
You'll see her through the window
Hunched over typing in the light!
Coming out from her painted lips
Is the red headed woman's snarl
"Can't wait 'til Chikken Ridge
Reads what I wrote tomorrow!"
4 comments:
chicks are ready, let me know when you can come get them.
Oh boy, you've got a weekend trip to do and chickens to bring home with you. What fun, seeing Patsy and later showing off the chicks to your grandgirls.
I was thinking you might know something about the McCutcheon family. I bought that chair in the 1970's, was out driving the hills and valleys of the Ozarks and found the chair place, stopped by and bought one. Had to bring it home in a fairly small car - but I did it. Now that chair has traveled with me to several different homes, always holding me nicely as I rock my life away.
Oh yes, I know that woman....she is almost scary..... But she has these Grandkids that think she is GREAT....
Yes, I recognize myself in this picture. It looks just liek me, but the poem does not sound like it is about me at all.
Sweetest sister
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