So there bees a new game what everbody has beed playin' alls aroun' the town called POKE-YER-MOM-AN-GO! I thunk, what a fun thing that gonna be for to play on my Momma; an' I tole Betsy an' Grammy an' Grampy, why doesn't we surprise Momma tonight? So we all everbody eated our supper all mannerish, then when Momma were cleanin' off the table an' she axed us for to help her... we started to pokin'! Betsy poked her with her spoon, I poked her with a fork, Grammy nailed her with a pot lid, (which, that beed more of a slug astead of a poke), an' then Grampy slapped her butts. Momma didn't got the clue what were goin' on what so all. She beed screamin', stop yous idiots! Is yous all goed crazy? An' we was all yellin', POKE-YER-MOM! POKE-YER-MOM! But guess what? We was all havin' so much fun pokin' her what we forgotted to go. Now not none a us is gonna be the loud to go nowheres for a good long time. That bees what Momma tole us. So, if you's gonna play POKE-YER-MOM.... for the love a Pete, don't not forget to giddy-up an' go!