Some people may call me countrified ‘cause I don’t carry a germicide, nor reach for a cell phone, check e-mail, then bemoan, nor hold grudges or be evil-eyed. My clothes are not for the dignified, rather thin on the knees and backside. Wearing bra’s overblown like the ‘saline curbstone’... and don’t know how to be ‘goggle-eyed’. I hold honesty foremost as guide, never slant just because I’m cross-eyed. Yeah, the kids call me crone breaking chicken wishbone and they run ‘cause by then I’m squint-eyed.