The Rubaiyat of Redneck Heaven

A selection of verses.

 

VIII
Whether at Potosi or Farmington,
Whether the Cup with Jack or Boone’s Farm run,
The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop,
The cigarette ashes of Life keep falling one by one.

IX
Each Morn a thousand semis brings, you say;
Yes, but where leaves the pickup truck of Yesterday?
And this first Summer month that brings the pop-up camper and motor home
Shall take spring turkey hunter and Ski-dooer away.

X
Well, let it take them! What have we to do
With long haul cowboys and snowbirds on the move?
Let Billy-Bob and Virgil bluster as they will,
Or Ma call to Supper–heed not you

XI
With me along the strip of alley strown
That just divides the mini-mart/gas station from the sown,
Where name of Vern and Bubba is forgot–
And Peace to the trucker (who ate all the burritos) on his golden Throne!

XII
The Big Book of Jokes underneath the Bough,
Cheap smokes, fireworks, whiskey, worms–and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness–
Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!

Thanks to my friend Stacey for the photo of this delightful oasis in the Missouri desert.  Apologies and thanks also to Omar Khayyam for the The Rubaiyat, a pretty good little poem.

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16 Responses to The Rubaiyat of Redneck Heaven

  1. bigsheepcommunications says:

    Hey, by any chance is that place a franchise? Let’s open a whole string of them up and down the eastern seaboard.

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  2. Big Al says:

    I distinctly remember hating my 10th grade social studies teacher for making me read this poem and then embarrass myself with my interpretation of its meaning. Mr. Dunbar, if you’re still alive and reading this blog, I still hate you!

    Your version, pegoleg, was much easier to read and a helluva lot funnier. It went just perfectly with my moon pie and RC cola. Just goes to show you how overrated those ancient classics are.

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  3. Snoring Dog Studio says:

    Superbly written! Made me want to go out and get a bag of fried pork rinds… You are so talented!

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  4. Tar-Buns says:

    Remember our family trip to Charleston, SC? Plenty of opportunities to witness the very elements your poem speaks to. Can’t say I ever read the original as Big Al lamented, but, as usual, I like your take on things!

    My little sis is SOOOOO talented. Keep up the great work!
    XOXOXO

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  5. Where’s the duct tape? You forgot the duct tape!

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  7. Tori Nelson says:

    Mini Mart… feels like home 🙂 Hilarious.

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  8. Amy says:

    Okay, I missed this because my WordPress reader had a nervous breakdown or something and I couldn’t see if any of the blogs I follow had posted anything.
    And, I’m sorry I missed this! This is an inspired work of bloggy genius. “Cheap smokes, fireworks, whiskey, worms–and Thou” Classic!

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    • pegoleg says:

      I KNEW you’d get it, Amy! You weren’t alone with the Reader breakdown – it was system wide for more than a week. Mine still looks funny, and now shows double of most new posts.

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      • Amy says:

        Mine is doing that now too, when it shows any new posts at all. I hate to think of all the awesome stuff I’m missing!
        I suppose I may need to break down and start using Google Reader as a back-up.

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