OT: Happy Valentines Day ** From Bubba to Susie May

[Guest guest]

LOL!! What a man!!

-Helen

 

 

 

 

This here poem's fer you my sweet Susie May.

I done rote it fer you on this Valentines Day.

 

Collards is green, my dawg's name is Ol' Blue and I'm

sho'nuf lucky to have me a sweet thang like you.

 

Yore purty'n ary speckled pup fer which a man could dream.

You ain't ugly lak yore mammy and you ain't near as mean.

 

Yore hair is lak cornsilk, a-flapping in the breeze.

Softer'n Ol' Blue's, and without all them fleas.

 

Yore eyes is lak them deep pools down yonder on the crik.

But I ken swim in'em in Dawg Days and it don't make me sick.

 

Yore lips is lak them roses growing out in the field.

And sweeter than them honeysuckles up on the hill.

 

Yore top side is real healthy lak my ol' Texas mule.

And thanking bout yore bottom done got me to drool.

 

Yore laigs is real long lak bean poles in my garden.

I'll skip past your feet and ask fer yore pardon.

 

Yore voice is real deep lak my coon dawg at nite and

you done treed ol' Bubba without no kinda fight.

 

You move lak them bass, which excite me in May.

And you ain't got no scales that get in the way.

 

Yore as satisfy'n as okry jist a-fry'n in the pan.

Yore as fragrant as snuff right outta the can.

 

You got most'a yore teeth, for which I am proud;

I hold my head high when we're out in a crowd.

 

On special occasions, when you shave under yore arms,

Well, I'm in Hawg Heaven, and awed by yore charms.

 

You ain't jealous lak most wimmens and you don't do lotsa yellin.

Ceptin fer that time you caught me swimming with Mary Ellen.

 

Lak a good roll of duct tape yore thar fer yore man,

to patch up life's troubles and fix whut you can.

 

Yore as strong as a four-wheeler racin' through the mud,

and as fragile as thet sanger named Naomi Judd.

 

Yore as cute as a June Bug a-buzzin' overhead.

You ain't mean like them far ants I found in my bed.

 

Cut from the best cloth like a plaid flannel shirt,

you spark up my life like a fresh load of dirt.

 

When you hold me real tight lak a padded gunrack,

my life is complete; Ain't nuttin' I lack.

 

Yore complexion, it's perfect, lak the best vinyl sidin',

despite all them years, yore age just keeps hidin'.

 

And when you get old like a '57 Chevy, I won't put

you on blocks and let no grass grow up heavy.

 

Me 'n' you's lak a Moon Pie with a RC cold drank,

we go together like skunk goes together 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, " cool, suave and couth.

 

But for this man, honey, them gifts just won't do.

Cause yore just 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!!

 

Luv from yore Romeo,

 

Bubba!

 

PS: Can I borrow yore new troll'n motor next weekend luvy duvy?

 

 

[Guest guest]

This here poem's fer you my sweet Susie May.

I done rote it fer you on this Valentines Day.

 

Collards is green, my dawg's name is Ol' Blue and I'm

sho'nuf lucky to have me a sweet thang like you.

 

Yore purty'n ary speckled pup fer which a man could dream.

You ain't ugly lak yore mammy and you ain't near as mean.

 

Yore hair is lak cornsilk, a-flapping in the breeze.

Softer'n Ol' Blue's, and without all them fleas.

 

Yore eyes is lak them deep pools down yonder on the crik.

But I ken swim in'em in Dawg Days and it don't make me sick.

 

Yore lips is lak them roses growing out in the field.

And sweeter than them honeysuckles up on the hill.

 

Yore top side is real healthy lak my ol' Texas mule.

And thanking bout yore bottom done got me to drool.

 

Yore laigs is real long lak bean poles in my garden.

I'll skip past your feet and ask fer yore pardon.

 

Yore voice is real deep lak my coon dawg at nite and

you done treed ol' Bubba without no kinda fight.

 

You move lak them bass, which excite me in May.

And you ain't got no scales that get in the way.

 

Yore as satisfy'n as okry jist a-fry'n in the pan.

Yore as fragrant as snuff right outta the can.

 

You got most'a yore teeth, for which I am proud;

I hold my head high when we're out in a crowd.

 

On special occasions, when you shave under yore arms,

Well, I'm in Hawg Heaven, and awed by yore charms.

 

You ain't jealous lak most wimmens and you don't do lotsa yellin.

Ceptin fer that time you caught me swimming with Mary Ellen.

 

Lak a good roll of duct tape yore thar fer yore man,

to patch up life's troubles and fix whut you can.

 

Yore as strong as a four-wheeler racin' through the mud,

and as fragile as thet sanger named Naomi Judd.

 

Yore as cute as a June Bug a-buzzin' overhead.

You ain't mean like them far ants I found in my bed.

 

Cut from the best cloth like a plaid flannel shirt,

you spark up my life like a fresh load of dirt.

 

When you hold me real tight lak a padded gunrack,

my life is complete; Ain't nuttin' I lack.

 

Yore complexion, it's perfect, lak the best vinyl sidin',

despite all them years, yore age just keeps hidin'.

 

And when you get old like a '57 Chevy, I won't put

you on blocks and let no grass grow up heavy.

 

Me 'n' you's lak a Moon Pie with a RC cold drank,

we go together like skunk goes together 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, " cool, suave and couth.

 

But for this man, honey, them gifts just won't do.

Cause yore just 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!!

 

Luv from yore Romeo,

 

Bubba!

 

PS: Can I borrow yore new troll'n motor next weekend luvy duvy?