Redneck Easter
It was dawn on an easter morning....... and the overcast bathed the sky in blue.
The easter bunny's a comming, a year of omlets, short of eggs ........and the bostich is looking for you.
The grass ruffels at the end of the lot and your wife runs for the gun.
The crash of the door, the blast of the shots then later....... Easter diner is about done.
So you pick the bunny out of your teeth.....and the kids go without eggs.
Your gut so full and your beer still cold......you begin to admire your grandmas legs.
So what time is it ...that easter hits .....and who really knows the truth?
But how do you talk your grandmother into pulling that snaggley tooth.
Happy Easter
Bob
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