I forgot our kids believe I love you

 

Rodeo clown Flint Rasmussen

Image via Wikipedia

 

I picked up a box of magnetic poetry country love songs at Barnes & Noble. They have some good ones like, “She won’t get under me until I get over you,” and “If love were oil I’d be a quart low.”

So I tried my own:
Damn your buns and black heart!
You stomped and tore out my heart.
I want your biscuits in the oven. 

I’ll marry you if you go away.

I love silver, just ask my mama.
Hell, my heart is plastic.
I miss the lips you kiss.
I forgot our kids believe I love you.
I miss you but now you won’t leave me.
I get my redneck honeymoon every day.
You’re the only pretty baby you’ll know.
If there was a rodeo clown cemetery, would it be funny?
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One comment

  1. Anonymous · September 1, 2009

    I forgot or kids believe I love you! lol

    Like

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