My very first poem (and surely the last one)



  • Yeah, here comes Amos
    Now Amos Moses was a Cajun
    He lived by himself in the swamp
    He hunted alligator for a living
    He'd just knock them in the head with a stump
    The Louisiana law gonna get you, Amos
    It ain't legal hunting alligator down in the swamp, boy
    Now everyone blamed his old man
    For making him mean as a snake
    When Amos Moses was a boy
    His daddy would use him for alligator bait
    Tie a rope around his neck and throw him in the swamp
    Alligator bait in the Louisiana bayou
    About forty-five minutes southeast of Thibodaux, Louisiana
    Lived a man called Doc Mills South and his pretty wife Hannah
    Well, they raised up a son that could eat up his weight in groceries
    Named him after a man of the cloth
    Called him Amos Moses, yeah

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  • yeah this is the last one...please






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