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Young boys have fun with things like boogers and farts,
I guess to them those yucky things are like real fine art.
I think old men with not too much to do during the day,
Remember those fun times we had then acting that way.
If you have a weak stomach when you read yucky stuff,
Stop right here because you have already read enough.
But likely you are curious now about what you will see,
And you will read on to see that awful side of “Yucky Me”.
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Many times as I sit and think as an old man in my chair,
I seem to disappear within my own self thinking so clear.
When this happens, I let my mind go where it does will,
And I then I write it down in a story poem by Hawg Jaw Bill. Continue reading
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Sometimes when old memories are hard to find,
I sit here in my old easy chair dreaming up rhymes.
A Tall Tale story poem suddenly pops into my mind,
And off I go to on a tangent just having a good time. Continue reading
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The Hawg’s in the bread pan kicking out lots of that dough,
As he sits there in his easy chair feeling happy all through,
Kind of feeling like a chicken with a brain the size of a pea,
Writing these chicken tales in a blog for many others to see. Continue reading
Today I’m sitting in “The Chair” so easy that I do adore,
Here in Oklahoma, “The Heartland“, down to the core,
With another “Fool Hearted Memory” fresh in my mind,
While playing Zynga poker with an “Ace In the Hole” so fine.
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I’m going to tell you a tall tale about two blood suckers,
That hung around together with their lips all puckered,
Ready to chow down on some warm blooded unwary prey,
That happened by, getting close to the log where they laid. Continue reading
There was a old hen living in the backyard in a coop,
With a bunch of other old cackling hens in her troop.
The girls had a lot of fun each day just pecking around,
Until a big yellow Top Cat started prowling their grounds. Continue reading
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Old man emu was from down under out Australia way,
He was really ugly, speeding about as he did play.
Running the pants right off of those old kangaroos,
As nothing down there was as fast as old man emu. Continue reading
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Ray Price was singing Honky Tonk with lots of “Pride”
Back in the early 1950’s in the “City Lights” on his ride.
With an “Invitation to The Blues” for us all back then,
Perhaps thinking “You Done Me Wrong” what a sin.
(This is a honkytonk tall tale with a guy and a girl as stars,
Using a Ray Price song title on every line out in a bar.
As the couple talks back and forth as they dance there.
On that honkytonk hardwood floor pretending to care.) Continue reading
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This is a Hawg Jaw Tall Tale that I put in the trash,
I dug it out as I am now about to have a blog crash.
So I think again that this one could be my very last,
As I have run my race and am now dragging my ass.
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In 2042, the swine flu ran rampant amongst the hogs and pigs,
They were dying fast over the world in an epidemic so big.
By mid year there were only a few pigs left in the USA,
And they were sterile to reproduce no more in their day.
