******* Valentine
Collards are 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.
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 a 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 Krogers, 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 yo're 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!!! :mrgreen:
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