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Fw: moon pie thread revisited (no LBC content)

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Subject: Fw: moon pie thread revisited (no LBC content)
From: "nateley" <nateley@email.msn.com>
Date: Fri, 18 Jun 1999 11:38:36 -0500
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found this poem that seems to confirm the perfered drink with moon pies.
(Montana Bob cringes)
>
>Subject: BS fer the DaY *Redneck Love Poem*
>
>
>   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!!
>
>   Luv, from yor romeo
>
>
>




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