Topic: The Cheesy poem of Jackie Hays
Had this dumb little poem in my head for a while now.
Thought I would post it and see the response ( if any ).
There was once a man named Jackie Hays
Of Welsh stock, Midwest raised
A farmers son who turned the soil
decided one day didn't want to toil
Where was the future in this way of life?
Didn't have the means to support a wife
Twisters or drought wore him down
On his face a perpetual frown
The Banks loan paid and repaid
Total owed never seemed to fade
Of the pittance he eventually made
Had nothing left with which to trade
Pondered on how to make some cash
Replace the '54 Chevy he'd smashed
Money sure don't grow on trees
Fall from the sky like Autumn leaves
Over the fireplace his old hunting rifle
Somehow managed his conscience to stifle
A jaunt into town to buy some lead
Deposited into his Bankers head