How To Beet Somebody At B-Ball (Okie) Poem by Pleasant Dabbs

1)Look at him play, you'll never beet him!

2)Sure I can beat him, I'm good at b-ball
But if I beet him, I'd leave him all red
I'm sure he doesn't like red
And I don't like beets

1)You know, if you made a better celery
You could handle your debts a lot bitter...

2)Celery's green and crunchy and I love it that way
And my salary is increasing little by little
Some might say that debt is bitter
But for me it's a sweet thing, it keeps me humble

1)Did you say you way your salary?
I buy mine bye the each
Ewe know, like won for a dollar
Oar too for a dollar

2)I think we'd better end this text.
I'm really getting confused.

1)Don't whirry, eye got udder tings too dew
Sew I'll just leaf ewe a loan, ok?
Tanks four your thyme.
Eat was shore nice talkin' ore righting two ewe!

2)Wish I could say the same thing.

We need to work on our communication skills
Quit texting, and talk to each other face to face
We'll understand each other better.


c aaron