Miss Minnie Kettle Lets Off Some Steam
by Tracy Clark

You's 're heathens
brought up by the ol' cuss hisself!
Breakin' thangs that ain't no part of ya!
You'se woulda scare your gran ta death
in the muddle of her own heart 'tack
if she warn't 'ready six foot down!
Dun evah lemme catch you's undahneath
my bushes again ya lil gadduhbouts!
I dun care what yo' poppa says,
I'll redden yo' hides to the likes of my po' pinies!
You's dun near crusht ta death!
Yeas, you's bettah skeedaddle,
I ain't no mat ta be trode upon!
Oh, my po' pinies…