Yo're as cute as a junebug a-buzzin' overhead. You ain't mean like those far ants I found in mah bed. Cut from the best cloth like a plaid flannel shert, you spark up mah life more'n a fresh load of dirt. Yore complexion, it's perfection, like the best vinyl sidin'. Some men git roses on that special day from the cooler at 7-11.
Some men buy fine diamonds from a flea market stall.
But for this man, honey, these trinkets won't do. If you would like to post one of your own poems please send us an e-mail.