When my Georgia grandmaw felt like givin’ lip,
She’d assume a posture, left hand on her hip,
Motion with her right hand like a cracker with a whip
And, gums packed with snuff, say, "I'm so mad that I could spit!"
Her fear of Baptist hell prevented “damn” or “heck” or “sh*t.”
The worst that she would say was, “I’m so mad that I could spit!”