Henry’s Chewing Tobacco

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Where’s those hay hooks?
Grandpa asked of me
I’ve searched high and low
Can’t think where they’d be.

There’re at Henry’s Place
Hung in a horse stall
Henry’ll tell you so
If you give him a call.

Grandma spun the crank
On the old wood phone
‘Cuz Grandpa was deaf
But he wasn’t alone.

You got our hay hooks?
Those from Tanglewood?
She yelled into the phone
Loud as she could.

Sure ‘nough, they’re here
Hangin’ in a foulin’ stall
In the old horse barn
Six of’em as I recall.

Grandpa sent me to fetch them
‘Cuz he had clover down
If it rained tonight
It’d ruin on the groun’

Henry led me to the stall
And set the latch free
There in his tobacco
Laid his hounds, all three.

I thought of the fleas
And dog lice too
Henry stood silent
Like it were untrue.

OUT ALL OF YOU
JES, BART, AND JET
Then he turned and said
They’ll ruin my ‘baccy yet.

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4 thoughts on “Henry’s Chewing Tobacco

    • Thanks for your kind words.

      Yes, I’m doing NaNoWriMo. I was on track this morning with 16.7%. I’m kind of bogged down at 8300 words. Maybe I’ll get caught up by the end of the week. I won on November, but that was then. 🙂

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