Hillbilly Auction

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Hillbilly AuctionThe Juneberry firehouse, had put lotsa blazes outwith a water wagon and some pailssomehow the rear wheel broke, busted four or five spokesand the wheelsmith was drunk in jailso the chief grabbed his stash, of change n petty cashand headed for the big sale barnheat was pushin' ninety-nine, folks fanned themselves with signsfat swingin' from Mister Johnson's armat the hillbilly auctioneverything's a deal, every buy's a stealjunior toolkit and Tonka toysChester sold 'em when his boysaid he'd like to be a floristlotsa bidding action, on exercise concraptionshe ordered from Chuck Norrisso heed the call, c'mon down y'allto the hillbilly auctiongood ol' rebel culture, a Stonewall Jackson sculpturewas the first sale for the auctioneermade from junkyard scraps...re-bar, two-bys and old hubcapsfaded Easter grass for his beardone mama bought her girls, Fall coats made from squirrelsthat looked fancy as sablethen the chief struck gold, when sweet Trixie soldher ex's wagon wheel tableat the hillbilly auctioneverything's a deal, every buy's a stealjunior toolkit and Tonka toysChester sold 'em when his boysaid he'd like to be a floristlotsa bidding action, on exercise concraptionshe ordered from Chuck Norrisso heed the call, c'mon down y'allto the hillbilly auctionchief got back to the house, fixed it up and tried it outthat wagon was ready to rollthe town bells began to sound, he took splinters slidin' downthat whittled oak branch poleone dalmation, two great danes, tugged that wagon of rainand gawd...that blaze was burnin' hotit was Mr. Johnson's place, cos his wife had set ablazethe bad Stonewall sculpture he boughtat the hillbilly auctionthe hillbilly auction...(c)2006 Robert George