A Po~Boys Prayer


	A Po~Boys Prayer Oh Laud, I'ze just a po-Boys bone in Okie-land, Whars the clay runs red and deep and live’s really grand. I'ze not askin far tamuch you's already blesses me so, With two of the bestest houndawgs and a passel of youngins to grow. You's gives us a trailar to lives in it even gots ‘lectricity, Now witha inside plummin' no mo hidin' hind a tree. I'ze bone on the windy plains wares the suns is hot and bright, Bone a po Okie Redneck much to my de--light. So you's can see, oh Laud I'ze dunt need so very much, I'ze gots a real good woman whosa gits knocked-up at the slightest touch. Thars just one thang I'ze knows of ifin I'ze only gits one wish, I'ze only wants to gits one of them thars fancy hunnert channer satelite desh. JRS © 8-4-02 the"Okie" Poet All poems copyrighted ã1997-... Spring Creations The "Okie" Poet All Rights Reserved