So as I think of ole fred and his passing ,I can't help but wonder how many gals he was smashing.
He once told me years ago " son I've had a lot'a wives but I've never been married. "
living a life like that had to be scary.
But no matter what's said, against ole' uncle Fred,
Bout' his gold teeth or glass eye, his hunch back or wood thigh,
He looked like a pirate, a pirate so wise -
that he once owned a parrot, and the parrot would cry,
'Give us yer booty - yer plunder n' gold!
Or walk the plank, ter' Davy Jones!"
But now the parrot was bones, still perched on his shoulder,
It's beak no longer squaked its threatening order.
Fred had a brother called uncle Sam. Not Sam I am from green eggs and ham. His temper was high and eyes were shifty but nothing so mean as his Ace 150...
but who wants to swing when you can sit on your clacker? So the 62" coil was mounted to a ride on mower.....but I drove too fast and the two men and a boy yelled SLOWER!
Back to Fred who is dead.
Someone said, “Fred may have swallowed the key to all of his stash”.
Truth be known they wanted the cash.
So they dug Fred up to find the key.
And was shocked to discover that he was a she!