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RED-NECK VALENTINE'S LOVE POEM
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Posted on 02/09/2008 3:30:24 PM PST by CGASMIA68

RED-NECK VALENTINE'S 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 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 trou bles 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 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!!

Children are like farts: your own are just about tolerable, but everyone else's are horrendous.


TOPICS: Political Humor/Cartoons
KEYWORDS: rednecks; valentinesday
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To: Cletus.D.Yokel

Hey now. We knows about Everclear, yessuh.

It don’t make you sloppy drunk- you jus dont CARE about nothin.


21 posted on 02/09/2008 4:15:29 PM PST by ovrtaxt (The GOP is no place for a nice Conservative like you.)
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To: BerryDingle

If your father drinks from that spit cup... you might be a red neck :>)


22 posted on 02/09/2008 4:16:21 PM PST by irishtenor (Check out my blog at http://boompa53.blogspot.com/)
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To: t1b8zs

One night, a torrential rain soaked Southern Louisiana; the next morning the resulting floodwaters came up about 6 feet into most of the homes there.

Mrs. Boudreaux was sitting on her roof with her neighbor, Mrs.Thibodeaux, waiting for help to come. Mrs. Thibodeaux noticed a baseball cap, floating near the house.

Then she saw it float far out into the front yard, then float back to the house; it kept floating away from the house, then back towards house.

Her curiosity got the best of her, so she asked Mrs. Boudreaux, “Do you see dat dere baseball cap a floatin’ away from the house, den back again?”

Mrs. Boudreaux said, “Oh yeah, dass my husband; I tole dat coonass he gonna cut the grass today, come hell or high water.”


23 posted on 02/09/2008 4:20:18 PM PST by ovrtaxt (The GOP is no place for a nice Conservative like you.)
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To: t1b8zs
"An Ode to an Early American"


Great-Granddad when the land was young
Barred his door with a wagon tongue,
The times were rough and the wilderness mocked
And he said his prayers with his shotgun cocked;
He was a citizen tough and grim,
Danger was like "duck soup" to him.
His great-grandson now falls asleep
And fears no harm from the darkness deep,
For great-granddad fought and won
And tamed the land for his great-grandson.

Great-Granddad was a busy man,
He cooked his grub in a frying pan,
He picked his teeth with a hunting knife,
And wore the same suit all his life.
He ate cornbread and bacon fat,
But great-grandson would starve on that.

Great-Granddad was gaunt with toil,
Grimed and seamed with the sun and soil,
But great-grandson is fat and clean
And rides to work in a limousine.
Twenty-five children came to bless
Great-Granddad's home in the wilderness.
Laugh at the statement, if you can,
But Great-Granddad was a busy man.

Twenty-five children, and they grew
Stout and tall on the bacon, too;
Slept on the floor with the dogs and cats,
And shopped the woods for the coonskin hats.
Freud was a mystery, so was jazz,
Or giving their parents a scornful razz.
If they got fresh with Great-Granddad
He tanned their hides with a hickory gad.

He raised them rough but he raised them well,
And if they took hold of the ways of hell,
He filled them full of the fear of God
And flailed their pants with an old ramrod.
They grew strong of heart, and strong of hand,
The firm foundation of our land.
Twenty-five boys ------- but this great-grandson
To save his life can't manage one!

                                          (Author unknown)

24 posted on 02/09/2008 4:21:57 PM PST by Hiddigeigei (Mit der Dummheit kämpfen Götter selbst vergebens.)
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To: Peanut Gallery

smooch


25 posted on 02/09/2008 4:25:02 PM PST by Professional Engineer (www.pinupsforvets.com --- In other news, K7UGA, what a dude.)
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To: t1b8zs
That girl from Lick Creek Holler don't wear panties cus' the flies keep it covered up.....

'Bout the worst description I ever heard of....

26 posted on 02/09/2008 4:26:24 PM PST by vetvetdoug (Just when one thinks life is strange, it gets stranger.)
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To: mylife

Thibodeaux: Boudreaux, did you get the parrot I sent you for your birthday?

Boudreaux: Yes, it was good!

Thibodeaux: You ate the bird!

Boudreaux: Of Course I ate it.

Thibodeaux: That bird spoke five different languages!

Boudreaux: Then he should have said something.


27 posted on 02/09/2008 4:31:44 PM PST by ovrtaxt (The GOP is no place for a nice Conservative like you.)
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To: t1b8zs

Actually, I rather like the sentiment, the poetry, the unblemished rural sophistication of it all ... and in iambic pentamiter, no less!

s’cuse me, I got plenty of sheep to tend to.


28 posted on 02/09/2008 4:48:17 PM PST by patton (cuiquam in sua arte credendum)
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To: ovrtaxt

OMG, beer running out my nose LOL!


29 posted on 02/09/2008 4:51:36 PM PST by patton (cuiquam in sua arte credendum)
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To: patton

I love cajun jokes!


30 posted on 02/09/2008 5:00:52 PM PST by ovrtaxt (The GOP is no place for a nice Conservative like you.)
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To: patton

Boudreaux and his wife they out fishing in the lake one day. She stood up and fell over the side of the boat, and sank like a stone. Ol’ Boudreaux he dive in the water and look, but de water wuz plenny muddy, so he can’t fin’ her. After a while he goes back to the landing and tells de authorities. They mount a search. All night, they don’ find nuthin’. An’ all de nex’ day.

Fin’ly, Boudreaux, his phone ring. He pick it up and say “‘Ello?”

It’s the Sheriff. “Mr. Boudreaux, we got some bad news. We find your wife.”

“Oh, mon Dieu,” says Boudreaux. “She dead, hanh?!?!?”

“Yessir. She been in the lake a day an’ a half. When we pull her out, she had ’bout t’ree dozen big blue crab on her.”

“Oh, poor gal,” says Boudreaux. “An’ you brought her to the funeral home, hanh?”

“Hell, no,” said the sheriff. “Catchin’ crab like dat, we t’rew her back in. We gonna check her again in de’ mornin’!”


31 posted on 02/09/2008 5:05:56 PM PST by ovrtaxt (The GOP is no place for a nice Conservative like you.)
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To: ovrtaxt

Cajun? I thought that was a norfolk joke.


32 posted on 02/09/2008 5:06:11 PM PST by patton (cuiquam in sua arte credendum)
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To: patton

ya’ll got cajuns in norfolk too? lol


33 posted on 02/09/2008 5:08:45 PM PST by ovrtaxt (The GOP is no place for a nice Conservative like you.)
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To: ovrtaxt

Now, see here, your racism is showing. That is a Maryland joke older than the country, fer cryin’ out loud.


34 posted on 02/09/2008 5:09:12 PM PST by patton (cuiquam in sua arte credendum)
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To: patton

Ya’ll got blue crabs in Maryland too? haha


35 posted on 02/09/2008 5:12:02 PM PST by ovrtaxt (The GOP is no place for a nice Conservative like you.)
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To: ovrtaxt

Noooo...the Potomac - and the Bay - are another world, entirely.

There are folks down on the water that still speak old, old dialects of colonial english.

And their social skills are even older still.

I was amazed to discover the the “river culter” actually comes within miles of the Capital dome - and, oddly enough, the only one who ever knew it was Trafficant.

Of course, he pissed them off, with his arrogance and all, and they sank his boat.

Then they broke it up for scrap, and sold the metal bits to a scrap yard.

It was quite educational to watch.


36 posted on 02/09/2008 5:17:01 PM PST by patton (cuiquam in sua arte credendum)
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To: t1b8zs

Bookmark for my honey dew.


37 posted on 02/09/2008 5:18:06 PM PST by Ruy Dias de Bivar (Only infidel blood can quench Muslim thirst-- Abdul-Jalil Nazeer al-Karouri)
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To: t1b8zs

Thank you, thank you, thank you...I printed up a copy with a pic of my hunting dog in the background...She’s going to love this years card!!! ;>)


38 posted on 02/09/2008 5:20:25 PM PST by Gator113 (America just traded away the possibility of a dream, for what is certain to be a nightmare.)
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To: patton

I’ve only been through there a couple of times. Too far north for me!

But I’ve been called “hoyn” by Baltimore people. That’s a different accent for sure.

Funny about Trafficant- when you said ‘sank his boat’ I didn’t think you meant literally!


39 posted on 02/09/2008 5:21:59 PM PST by ovrtaxt (The GOP is no place for a nice Conservative like you.)
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To: ovrtaxt

Oh, yes. When he went to jail, for having government morons work on his boat, I lost all faith in government.

Not because the slimeball used them to work on his boat, but because of the state of the thing - it was pathetic. There were trees growing out of the deck.

Damn government can’t do anything right.


40 posted on 02/09/2008 5:26:32 PM PST by patton (cuiquam in sua arte credendum)
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