To: Mike 2.0 who wrote (8654 ) 2/11/1999 11:17:00 AM From: Thomas Payne Respond to of 62549
An Alabama Valentine > > Kudzu is green, > > my dog's name is Blue > > And I'm so lucky > > to have a sweet thang like you. > > > > Yore hair is like cornsilk > > A-flappin in the breeze. > > Softer than Blue's > > And without all them fleas. > > > > You move like the bass, > > Which excite me in May. > > You ain't got no scales > > But I luv you anyway. > > > > You're as graceful as okry > > Jist a-dancin' in the pan. > > Yo're as fragrant as SunDrop > > Right out of the can. > > > > You have all yore teeth, > > For which I am proud; > > I hold my head high > > When we're in a crowd. > > > > On special occasions, > > When you shave yore armpits, > > Well, I'm in hawg heaven, > > I'm plumb outta my wits. > > > > And speakin' of wits, > > You've got plenty fer shore. > > 'Cuz you married me > > Back in '74. > > > > Still them fellers at work > > They all want to know, > > What I did to deserve > > Such a purty, young doe. > > > > Like a good roll of duct tape > > Yo're there fer yore man, > > To patch up life's troubles > > And stick 'em in the can. > > > > Yo're as strong as a four-wheeler > > Racin' through the mud, > > Yet fragile as that sanger > > Named Naomi Judd. > > > > Yo're as cute as a junebug > > A-buzzin' overhead. > > You ain't mean like no far ant > > Upon which I oft' tread. > > > > Cut from the best pattern > > Like a flannel shirt of plaid, > > You sparked up my life > > Like a Rattletrap shad. > > > > When you hold me real tight > > Like a padded gunrack, > > My life is complete; > > Ain't nuttin' I lack. > > > > Yore complexion, it's perfection, > > Like the best vinyl sidin'. > > Despite all the years, > > Yore age, it keeps hidin'. > > > > And when you get old > > Like a '57 Chevy, > > Won't put you on blocks > > And let grass grow up heavy. > > > > 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. > > > > But for this man, honey, > > These will not do. > > For you are too special, > > You sweet thang, you. > > > > I got you a gift, > > Without taste nor odor, > > Better than diamonds > > it's a new trollin' motor.