Ain' t love grand???
> > > > Texas REDNECK LUV POME
> > >
> > > > 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 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 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!!
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