THE BIBLE BELT
There was a fiddler in our town,
Who was fiddling around.
Because he had faith,
He thought it was safe!
The Blue Grass Man
Went to bed with a fan.
In the middle of the night,
They had a fight.
The only thing within reach
To hit this peach—
The only thing around—
Was leather bound.
Without takin’ a look,
He picked up the book.
With nothing else in mind,
He belted her behind.
While the fiddler was at large,
The lady filed a charge.
But the Judge had both empathy
And sympathy.
The aggressor got off light
For this fight.
And the moral of the story is:
If you’re gon’na have fun
On th’ run,
Take along a BIBLE—
Instead of a GUN!
© Dallas E. Boggs, 1996