Ah loved thet gal frum the very start.
Met her groomin' hogs at the county fair.
An like Duck-Tape she dun stuck ta my heart.
Though we'ze first cuzins ah don't really care.
~^~
Skin soft like the feathers in ma trout flies.
No one cuud cumpare ta ma Betty Lou.
Turns me on lookin' into her crossed eyes.
She gut a hold on me like Crazy-Glue!
~^~
When she iz near she takes ma breath away.
She iz always on ma mind constintly.
Like the 'road kill' Ma cooked the other day.
Her smell iz always lin'grin' in the air.
~^~
When ah knocked up ma gal she neva bitched;
but her Daddy did, so taday we gut hitched~
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Author:
Thad Wilk (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A Shakespearean Sonnet... True story y'all...
- Category: Love
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Reminds me of my ancestors came through Virginia to North Carolina to Tennessee then moved to Utah. Hillbillies from the south, fought for the loosing sind in the Civil War but are all educated today
Howdy Soren!! 👋 🤠
Thanks for this
comment you sent my way!! 😊
Happy those ancestors
are all educated today! 👍😉
Grrrr8 hearing from ya!!
Best regards my friend!!
Peace ✌️ Thad
G’day Thad.
Love sonnets I’m afraid aren’t my thing,
They’re wet wimpy and watery, lacking zing.
So don’t come telling me about their fling
And I definitely don’t want to hear of the broken bedspring.
Apart from that, champion effort there, Sir.
Howdy Dave!! 👋 🐕🐶
Wow, liked your
mono-rhymed comment guy!! ,,💯
Grrrr8 hearing from you,
thanks for stoppin' by!! 🤪
Best regards ✌️ peace Thad
Mono rh....Wouldn't have been there without your tuition, Mate 👍
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