Got Myself a Dog

A bit of light poetry.

Got Myself a Dog

Ol’ Jake he weren’t no one’s friend, especially, of me

He lived up on the mountain, cuz he thot that he was free

An’ no one knows just how it goes, where among the trees

You lives alone an’ gnaws a bone, an’ dreams of what can’t be.

Oh Jake, ol’ Jake, he lived on snakes, an possums an’ the like

Till one fine day he seed a way to make his lucky strike.

He went to town, all the way down, to get him some supplies

And there before him, on the street, before his very eyes

A armored car wif doors swung wide, an’ cash was there, you mind

An Jake was more’n tempted, not to leave that cash behind.

The fack was, someone was right there, a-loadin’ it jus’ fine

Jake snuck up an’ clocked him, an’ what was yours is mine.

Away, ho, ther’ ya go, Jake made off fer fair

An all that pretty money went from here to over there.

Now I ain’t much fer honesty, that stuff is a disease

But I seed Jake a-grabbin’ it, an’ runnin’ fer the trees.

I follered ‘im an saw him, bein’ stealthy as you please,

An’ then I watched him stash it, underneath some fallen leaves.

Away, ho, there ya go, Jake made off fer fair

An all that pretty money went from here to over there.

Now I had it in my mind, as I watched ol’ Jake that day

I would go and get that cash, and I’d carry it away.

But then I watched a big ol’ bear, a-trudgin’ through them trees

He stopped, sniffed the air, and then vanished ‘neath the leaves.

So, that’s why Jake, he stashed it there. It’s an abandoned mine,

A place beneath the surface, left behind by Father Time.

So now that money’s guarded by a big ol’ stinkin’ bear.

An’ surely Jake din’t know it. He just knowed the mine was there.

So I ambled off on my way home, to get my daddy’s gun.

Cuz I was gonna fight fer it, might even have some fun.

When I got back, that bear was just a chewin’ on ol’ Jake.

Thot I, At least you’re out, now it’s careful aim I’ll take.

I kilt that bear, with one good shot, I shot ‘im in the head.

An’ poor ol’ Jake an’ that ol’ bear was both completely dead.

Now Jake he always had hisself a big ol’ raccoon hound,

And so I went an’ got him, he’d be good to have around.

I still ain’t touched the money. I thot, what good’s it do??

I din’t lift it, nor put it there, now I ain’t spent it, too.

So I’m sittin’ by the fire, got my ass upon this log

Writin’ poetry. It’s somethin’. Now, I got myself a dog.

Away, ho, ther’ ya go, Jake made off fer fair

An all that pretty money went from here to over there.

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