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 cornsilk
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,
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' overhead.
You
ain't mean 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 perfection,
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 Bi-Lo.
"That's
impressive," I say.
Some men buy fine diamonds
From a Jockey Lot
booth.
"Diamonds are forever,"
They explain, suave and
couth.
But for this man, honey,
These won't do.
Cause yor'e too
special,
You sweet thang you.
I got you a gift,
Without taste
nor odor,
More useful than diamonds...
It's a new troll'n motor!
[Mother Shiptons Prophecy] [Poetry]
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