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Post by Hardrada55 on Oct 23, 2008 8:52:40 GMT -5
My grandfather taught me this poem when I was a child. I think he thought I would repeat it in polite company and so get into trouble. ...you've been warned.
The French-Canadian Skunk
I’m hunt the bear an I’m hunt the rat But last week I go ta hunt da skunk pole cat.
Ma frien’ Joe say ‘e’s a very fine fur and same time good for da’ eat. I tell me wife I bring home a fur coat an same time, get some meat.
So’s I start out from da shack I walk...one...two...tree...foe miles, ‘til I feel an awful smell... Dat gawd-d**n skunk done went and died, and his fur coat gone to hell!
So’s I walks up a little closer... and I raise me ax up high... by Cris’, wha’da you tink, dat gawd-d**n skunk goes kerplunk an trow someting in me eye.
By Cris’...., I tink I’m blind... gawd-d**n!... I can not see!! I run around and around and around and around til I bump into gawd-d**n tree.
So’s I drop me ax an’ start back for da shack. I tink a million skunks has hopped up on me back
My wife..., she meet me at the door and sic me on the dog, she say, “...you no sleep here tonight, go out and sleep with the hog”.
So’s I go out to da hog pen and by Cris, wha’da you tink, dat gawd-d**n hog won’t let me in on account of the aaawful stink. So I don’t hunt da skunk no more... for fur coat or for meat ‘cause if his breath it (alternatively piss) smell so bad..., gawd-d**n, what if he was to spit (sh*t)!!?
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Post by supersporter40 on Oct 23, 2008 13:23:08 GMT -5
Walt, that is a great poem. lol Hope you don't mind, this pic is already posted elsewhere but it just "fits". "Moma, v'ere yoo vant me hang d'eese tings?" ;D
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Post by imfuncity on Oct 23, 2008 13:47:36 GMT -5
Looks like a good idea to have a LONG pole for the pole cats!
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