Bitch Bobbit and the Yellow Pony Riders

[oneighty]

Writ long ago and destroyed in a fire. A work of fiction based on reality and a story that when all ended as all things must, proved in part to be true. All I can find of it is this.

The Yellow Pony Riders a Bar-B-Q attending
on Bitch Bobbitt's Mysterious Island
down there next to his small boat landing.
Sipping corn liquor from Mason Jars neat
A chewing and swollering that alligator meat.

Bitch sitting there high on his oaken King's seat
a grinning and a eating that alligator meat.
A ten thousand dollar dinner if he gets caught but is
Sure is a fine fine meal for the king of the swamp!

Bitch is (was) a real person. He had a real island in a real swamp. The ponies were not really yellow though and they had to be cleaned up and painted now and then. On the island was a grass farm. One day the ponies got into the grass farm and ate their fill. Then the rest of the day they just stood around with their big sad eyes staring at things.

The story takes place long before the yellow cab company automobiles were invented. Bitch was a stingy guy too. He gave his girlfriend a ride on his Yellow Pony. He tells her "Oats Ass or Grass nobody rides for free." To which she replies "I'll get you some oats." Bitch is very disappointed.

The truth it turned out was a lot more interesting than my fiction.

For what it is worth!

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[patdem]

1. Sadly Lorena Bobbit has made the title sound more like a penis

guillotining!!!

That story must have been written when alligators were considered an endangered species..and if so, how is it true that yellow cab company automobiles had not been invented yet?

I guess you can eat all the alligator you want now days?

I like the offering of Oats!!! course grass is cheaper (if it is of the lawn grown varity)...I'd have offered grass!!

[oneighty]

2. Oh!

patdem when you get my book you will understand this awful attempt at fiction. Bitch was a real person. Mitch Bobbit. He owned a piece of a yellow cab company. I wrote this as a spoof picking at Mitch. As it turned out I am thankful that he never saw it.

This little story is number one reason I will never attempt fiction ever again.

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