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Just in case you forgot to send wife or girl friend a Valentine's Day card or flowers today, you can copy this into an email and send it to her.
REDNECK VALENTINE'S DAY POEM
Kudzu is green,
My dog’s name is Blue
And I’m so lucky,
To have a sweet thang like you.
Your 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 have all your teeth,
For which I am proud;
I hold my head high,
When we’re in a crowd.
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 duck 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.
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 keeps on 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 they buy diamonds
From a flea market booth.
“Diamonds are forever,”
They explain, suave and couth.
But, I got you a gift,
Without taste nor odor,
Better than diamonds…
It’s a new trollin’ motor!
Author Unknown
REDNECK VALENTINE'S DAY POEM
Kudzu is green,
My dog’s name is Blue
And I’m so lucky,
To have a sweet thang like you.
Your 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 have all your teeth,
For which I am proud;
I hold my head high,
When we’re in a crowd.
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 duck 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.
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 keeps on 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 they buy diamonds
From a flea market booth.
“Diamonds are forever,”
They explain, suave and couth.
But, I got you a gift,
Without taste nor odor,
Better than diamonds…
It’s a new trollin’ motor!
Author Unknown
