AlabamaSam's Love poem

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AlabamaSam's Love poem


socalgold 01-09-2007, 7:55 PM
You guessed it, Alabamasam's husband Donald sent her this love poem and I got a copy. You all know I can't keep a secret, so here it is...

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 mo 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

Donald



I Love My Country
It's the government I'm Afraid OF

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twig/al 01-09-2007, 8:02 PM
socalgold, I see Sam ain't been on here, YET !!!! lol.... 'Nuff said...

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Re: AlabamaSam's Love poem


socalgold 01-09-2007, 8:25 PM
I'm a duckin and a runnin. Them bama chicks can get nasty, I just want to be outta gun range when she does show up.
I Love My Country
It's the government I'm Afraid OF

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navydoc 01-10-2007, 12:04 AM

Just when I think she might not be mad at ya anymore you go and post something like this...LMAO!!

'doc


One shot....One Kill!
'nough said.

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Alabamasam 01-10-2007, 7:41 PM
Yep, I can see me motoring around my little pond with that new trolling motor.


Now , where did I put that new box of shot gun shells???

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ccv_NC 09-21-2008, 6:03 AM
 socalgold wrote:
You guessed it, Alabamasam's husband Donald sent her this love poem and I got a copy. You all know I can't keep a secret, so here it is... 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 mo 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 Donald
           Happy Birthday again Sheila.

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GasCan/SW-GA 09-22-2008, 4:57 PM
LOL, Cecil you may be in a heap of trouble.


GasCan/NW-GA, Formerly SW-GA
registered GoldGrubbin'

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