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Throttling the worms of today #2 by E. A. PughGreen grows Lady Blue rakes grass.
Work Lady Blue listen to blue grass.
Rake green grass listen to blue grass
Lady Blue sings a song getting work done
It goes like this:
my fat
ass
ripped my pants
not cuz’ I got gas
cuz’ their old
not old as me
but old anyhow
my fat ass
ripped my pants
cuz I am worken’ hard
worken’ hard in the yard
in my old pants
striding to get on the tractor
I ripped pants
aint no one around to see my
granny panties anyhow
push down the clutch
backfire
POW
Push the red button and star her up
Backfire
POW
I love to adjust the throttle to get the perfect sound
Oh I love my tractor
Oh I love the sound
The smell of grease is so neat and reminds me of Grandpa
Grandpa always had a song to sing in the feild
Oh the oil he’d wash off his hands when called in
to eat his meal he’d go out to work again
Push the red button and star her up
Backfire
POW
Today I am an aging lady worken’ just the same
Singing a song to the rhythm of the tractor
Oh I love my tractor
Oh I love the sound
my fat
ass
ripped my pants
not cuz’ I got gas
cuz’ their old
not old as me
but old anyhow
my fat ass
ripped my pants
cuz’ I am worken’ hard
worken’ hard in the yard
in my old pants
07/26/2011
Author's Note: So, this is number two of the triplet I intend to throttle and beat with a stick just to see if it turns out neat. The part I omitted from the original is this:
plunging muff
tractoe
pants ripped pants
hula dances
you know what comes next
writer
yeah you
ants
ants
ants
always hula dance and pants and ants
and
for a very good reason
so what if it’s cliché’
I got shit to say
About ants
Posted on 07/26/2011 Copyright © 2025 E. A. Pugh
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