BK got run over by a Redneck.
Walking home from my trailer on opener eve.
You can say there’s no such thing as Captain Doo Doo,
but as for Steve and Kari we believe.
He’d been drinking too much whiskey,
and we begged him not to go.
But he forgot his medication, and he
staggered out the door.
When we found him opening morning,
at the scene of the attack,
he had stink bait on his forehead,
and incriminating spike marks on his back.
Now we’re all so proud of RRR,
He’s been taking this so keen.
See him in there watching football,
drinking brandy and
playing cards with Cousin Dean.
It’s not opener without BK,
All the campers are dressed in black
and we just can’t help but wonder:
Should we open up his redneckcrackers,
or send them back?
Now the catfish is on the table
and the pudding is made of spam
and the pink and silver candles
that would just have matched
the thong on BK’s ham.
I’ve warned all my
friends and neighbors
better watch out for yourselves,
they should never give a license
to a Redneck who comes to the bait shop
and finds no firecrackers on the shelves.
….rrr
That was really Excellent! 
