Rebecca Wolf

This blog is a chronicle of my daughters' growth - born July 2003 and May 2007. Be sure to check out the Thriving Babies homepage, for videos and instructions on how to use every type of baby carrier. For literacy and homeschooling tips, visit my Rochester-based Learning Center blog at www.SibleyCenter.com.

Friday, February 11, 2005

Poem for Valentine's Day

I have no idea who wrote this, but it sure tickled my funny bone. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

The Redneck Love Poem

Collards is green, my dog’s name is Blue
And I’m so lucky to have a sweet thang like you.
Yore hair is like corn silk a flapping 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.
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 some’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, awed by yore charms.

Still them fellas 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’ overhead.
You aint means like those 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 drink,
We go together like a skunk goes with stink.
Some men, they buy chocolate for Valentine’s Day,
They git it al 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 won’t do
‘cause you too special, you sweet thang you.
I got you a gift, without taste nor odor,
More useful than diamonds,
IT’S A NEW TROLLING MOTOR !!!

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