Steven Parker
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RED-NECK VALENTINE'S LOVE POEM
>
> Collards is green
> my dog's name is Blue
> I'm so lucky to have
> a sweet thang like you.
>
> Yore hair is like cornsilk
> a-flapping in the breeze
> Softer than Blue's
> and without all dem fleas.
>
> You move like the bass,
> which excite me in May.
> You ain't got no scales
> but I luv you anyway.
>
> Yo're as satisfy'n as okry
> jist a-fry'n in the pan.
> Yo're as fragrant as "snuff"
> right out of the can.
>
> You have som'a yore teeth,
> for which I am proud;
> I hold my head high
> when we're in a crowd.
>
> On special occasions,
> when you shave under yore arms,
> well, I'm in hawg heaven,
> and awed by yore charms.
>
> Still them fellers at work,
> they all want to know,
> what I did to deserve
> such a purdy, young doe.
>
> Like a good roll of duct tape
> yo're there fer yore man,
> to patch up life's troubles
> and fix what you can.
>
> Yo're as cute as a junebug
> a-buzzin' o'erhead.
> You ain't mean like dem far ants
> I found in my bed.
>
> Cut from the best cloth
> like a plaid flannel shirt,
> you spark up my life
> more than a fresh load of dirt.
>
> When you hold me real tight
> like a padded gunrack,
> my life is complete;
> Ain't nuttin' I lack.
>
> Yore complexion, it's perfect,
> like the best vinyl sidin'.
> despite all the years,
> yore age, it keeps hidin'.
>
> Me 'n' you's like a Moon Pie
> with a RC cold drank,
> we go together
> like a skunk goes with stank.
>
> Some men, they buy chocolate
> for Valentine's Day;
> They git it at Wal-Mart,
> it's romantic that way.
>
> Some men git roses
> on that special day
> from the cooler at Kroger.
> "That's impressive," I say.
>
> Some men buy fine diamonds
> from a flea market booth.
> "Diamonds are forever,"
> they explain, suave and couth.
>
> I didn't git you chocolates,
> Nuttin' with taste nor odor,
> It's more useful than diamonds...
> I gotcha A NEW TROLLIN' MOTOR!!
>
>
>
> Collards is green
> my dog's name is Blue
> I'm so lucky to have
> a sweet thang like you.
>
> Yore hair is like cornsilk
> a-flapping in the breeze
> Softer than Blue's
> and without all dem fleas.
>
> You move like the bass,
> which excite me in May.
> You ain't got no scales
> but I luv you anyway.
>
> Yo're as satisfy'n as okry
> jist a-fry'n in the pan.
> Yo're as fragrant as "snuff"
> right out of the can.
>
> You have som'a yore teeth,
> for which I am proud;
> I hold my head high
> when we're in a crowd.
>
> On special occasions,
> when you shave under yore arms,
> well, I'm in hawg heaven,
> and awed by yore charms.
>
> Still them fellers at work,
> they all want to know,
> what I did to deserve
> such a purdy, young doe.
>
> Like a good roll of duct tape
> yo're there fer yore man,
> to patch up life's troubles
> and fix what you can.
>
> Yo're as cute as a junebug
> a-buzzin' o'erhead.
> You ain't mean like dem far ants
> I found in my bed.
>
> Cut from the best cloth
> like a plaid flannel shirt,
> you spark up my life
> more than a fresh load of dirt.
>
> When you hold me real tight
> like a padded gunrack,
> my life is complete;
> Ain't nuttin' I lack.
>
> Yore complexion, it's perfect,
> like the best vinyl sidin'.
> despite all the years,
> yore age, it keeps hidin'.
>
> Me 'n' you's like a Moon Pie
> with a RC cold drank,
> we go together
> like a skunk goes with stank.
>
> Some men, they buy chocolate
> for Valentine's Day;
> They git it at Wal-Mart,
> it's romantic that way.
>
> Some men git roses
> on that special day
> from the cooler at Kroger.
> "That's impressive," I say.
>
> Some men buy fine diamonds
> from a flea market booth.
> "Diamonds are forever,"
> they explain, suave and couth.
>
> I didn't git you chocolates,
> Nuttin' with taste nor odor,
> It's more useful than diamonds...
> I gotcha A NEW TROLLIN' MOTOR!!
>
>
