When Jed fucked his young sister, she bled…
“Lucky, ain’t it, we fucked in the shed,”
He said. “What a darn mess…
Ma’d of found out, I guess,
If we did what we did in yer bed.”
Tag: hillbillies
Beaver
Pa said “Shoot! Damn bitch flirtin n teasin…
n wigglin her ass, stands to reason
She fancies some rootin…
Fergit about shootin,
Son, pussy’s in season!”
Unlucky 13
Them poor hillbilly girls, and their mothers,
If only they’d had their damn druthers,
Then might not have been,
Say from twelve or thirteen,
Fucked by all their damn cousins and brothers
Coming of age
“Pa, he’s savin’ his skin I expec’,
Lyin’ skunk. He’s my brother, but heck!
He din’t fuck me, just watch,
But he et out my crotch!
He was in it right up to his neck!
Kith and kin
When young hillbillies’ sex lives begin,
Whomsoever their dicks might be in,
Though they don’t too much mind,
For the most part you’d find
That the pussy concerned would be kin!
The simple life
In them hills, life’s all beer and skittles;
Ma cooks, Pa drinks moonshine and whittles.
No TV, no light,
So they jist fuck all night.
All a man needs is pussy and victuals!
No need for draws
For young girls, back then, up in the hills,
Rootin’, shootin’ were practical skills,
Screwin’ out or indoors
Brothers, uncles, in-laws,
Passed around, till they’d all had their fills.
All in the family
If Jed’s wife won’t git dirty in bed,
Shoot, he jes fucks his sister instead!
Or one pussy or t’other,
Mayhap or his mother;
Their kids, though, do turn out inbred.
Rootin' tootin'
Jed and Otis, twin brothers, inbred,
Lacking women, screwed livestock instead,
Or their sisters or mother,
And sometimes each other,
Most times in the barn or the shed.