You ain't mean like no far ant, upon which I oft' tread. Cut from the best pattern, like a flannel shirt of plaid, You sparked up my life, like a Rattletrap shad. Yore complexion, it's perfection, like the best vinyl sidin'. Despite all the years, yore age, it keeps hidin'. And when you get old, like a '57 Chevy, Won't put you on blocks, and let grass grow up heavy.
Some men buy fine diamonds, from a flea market booth.
But for this man, honey, these will not do. For you are too special, you sweet thang you. Money was tight, and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the tree. He was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found that the box was empty. I blew kisses into the box.