From the top of the shack to them <br /> there garbage bins, <br />Now Dash Away! Dash Away! <br />Dash Away youin's! <br /> <br />I heard a loud sound on the roof of ma shack <br />Pud down ma beer and went fer ma gun rack! <br />He fell through the roof, plum killed ma poor dawg, <br />I swear that ole' Santa looked just like Boss Hawg! <br /> <br />He wore a T-shirt, rebel flag on the front, <br />His jeans were all bloody from that morning's hunt! <br />A big nekked lady tattooed on his arm, <br />and he wore black boots that he'd pick'd up in 'Nam! <br /> <br />His eyes, how they glazed from too much Wild Turkey, <br />From the side of his mouth hung a stick of beef jerky! <br />A scar on his cheek from a flight with the cops, <br />The veins on his face looked ready to pop! <br /> <br />The butt of a Marl'bro clung to his lip, <br />He wore a hip pack full of Barbie-Que chips! <br />He had a fat face and a hairy beer belly, <br />I ain't seen one that big sicne ma ex-husband <br />who thought he was hung like Nelly! <br /> <br />He was a gap-toothed and dumb with an I.Q. of three, <br />And I laughed cause the redneck was smarter than me! <br />A wink of his eye, a fierce shake of his head, <br />From his hair came a rat that ran under ma bed! <br /> <br />He gave us a tape of them hound dawgs <br />that sing Jingle Bells, <br />Some Crisco, some Spam, some Oatmeal Cream Pies, <br />A nascar T-shirt in double X size! <br /> <br />When the presents were gone and he had no mo, <br />He stagger'd and stumbled right through ma screen door! <br /> <br />He hop'd in his truck, to his sheep gave an order: <br />'Hurry up youin's! To the Tennessee boarder! ' <br />And I heard him cry out, with a strong southern drawl: <br /> <br />'MERRY CHRISTMAS, YOUR REDNECKS! <br />MERRY CHRISTMAS YA'LL <br />YEEEEEE HAAAAAAWWWWW! ! '<br /><br />Kristin Nicole RothDavis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yeeeeee-haaaaaaaaww-it-s-christmas/
