Where did you find this?
It is cute but also funny...
Roses R red
Violets R not
Yur hair glistens
Like fresh picked snot.
Luv ya, deer. Jed Bob
Jess right.
Or the Steve Dallas one from “Bloom County”
In my dreams
You’re all I sees
Boobs, butt and knees
Be my main squeeze.
I..fer won...are offended
To my wife, my life my turtle dove.
I love you more and more it seems.
I love you more than pork and beans.
I shoorley am imprest. And, wish I wuz as edookated as the feller whut rote this. All the wurds whut rime an such... Lawdy, I dint no thay wuz that many rimin wurds in the hole Nglesh langwage.
Ma gurl fren tol me that her folks inventted toothpaste whilst they livd in wes virginny
Theyd a calld it tEEthpaste ifitd been anywhere elst
Some loves live forever
While others peter out
Our love will live forever
Peter NN or peter out.
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.”
| 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) |
smooch
'Bout the worst description I ever heard of....
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.
Bookmark for my honey dew.
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!!! ;>)