Posts Tagged ‘South’

J. Gordon Coogler (1865-1901) was a South Carolina poet-for-hire of notoriously meager talent. Q: Why did the chicken cross the road? J. Gordon Coogler: The chicken ran off, out of fear to be cooked. She went crost the highway, but oughter have looked. Alas! for the Chicken — her demise it was graphic. She never […]


You may have to live south of the Gnat Line to appreciate this one. Q: Why did the chicken cross the road? Rheta Grimsley Johnson: Just to prove to the armadillo that roads can really be crossed. (To be clear: This is a variant of a joke I’ve heard repeated in south Georgia. I attributed […]