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				Redneck Valentine Love Poem
			 
			 
			
		
		
		The following is attributed to a man named Wayne Dinsbeer. I don't know him, nor much about him. I just thought it was a bit funny, and appropriate for Valentine's Day week.  
 
Just like in the Geico commercial with the cave men, if you're a redneck, I mean no disrespect. 
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      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 som'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 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 TROLLIN' MOTOR!!! 
		
		
		
		
		
			
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