Behind Bob Butla’s bayou backhouse,
Smells of Sista Stella’s sweet savories
Bite Billy Bird in the butt.
Sista Stella styles her Salivating Snickerdoodles special
Because Billy Bird’s boat barely
Sets sideways on the swings
Before his big blue eyes come bobbin’ in the winda.
Sealing her sinfully seductive snacks with a smooch,
The big bootied baker begs Billy to
Stay south Sunday, since
Bob Butla would be by Beatrice in Beauregard
Same ol, same ol; somethin’ swarthy swimmin’ on Sunday, so
Billy’s boat gon’ be battlin’ the broad boughs of Bayou Baton.
Stella smiles silly as six seven-year-olds, simply snowed
By Billy’s bold-face lie; his butt gon’ be in Betty Brown’s Buick.
that Son of a Bitch
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