Poems That Tickle My Feet II- Re-fried Beans
Re-Fried Beans - By Pat Gillem
Oh, give me a home, on the wide open range,
where there are no people, just Rattle Snakes and things.
I worked on a ranch in Texas in the days I was younger,
and being just a kid, I would work up quite a hunger.
Re-fried beans, what a harmonious and tasty fruit!
When I ate a big load, my hinny-horn would really toot.
Now Buford the bull was a curious old guy,
gentle as a lamb, wouldn't hurt a flea or fly.
One day, while mending fence,the gas was so bad, the coyotes would yelp,
then along comes old Buford, to see if he could help.
Now old Buford was never known to be real mean,
but when he walked into that re-fried gas, the poor old guy turned green.
He pawed the ground and lowered his head, and gave me a shot in the pants,
and the next thing I new, I was on my way to France.
Texas land is unforgiving, there is cactus everywhere,
and where do you think I landed, butt first in the Prickly Pear.
The moral of this story is simple: don't get in this awful fix,
remember when eating re-fried beans, re-fried gas and bulls don't mix.