A REDNECK VALENTINE

Kudzu 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.

You're as graceful as okry
Jist a-dancin' in the pan.
Yo're as fragrant as SunDrop
Right out of the can.

You have all yore teeth,
For which I am proud;
I hold my head high
When we're in a crowd.

On special occasions,
When you shave yore armpits,
Well, I'm in hawg heaven,
I'm plumb outta my wits.

And speakin' of wits,
You've got plenty fer shore.
'Cuz you married me
Back in '74.

Still them fellers at work
They all want to know,
What I did to deserve
Such a purty, young doe.

Like a good roll of duct tape
Yo're there fer yore man,
To patch up life's troubles
And stick 'em in the can.

Yo're as strong as a four-wheeler
Racin' through the mud,
Yet fragile as that sanger
Named Naomi Judd.

Yo're as cute as a junebug
A-buzzin' overhead.
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.

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'.

And when you get old
Like a '57 Chevy,
Won't put you on blocks
And let grass grow up heavy.

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 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 will not do.
For you are too special,
You sweet thang you.

I got you a gift,
Without taste nor odor,
Better than diamonds
it's a new trollin' motor.

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY EVERYBODY!!!

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From Katie Wright, 16 year old professional signie wannabe from Aus.

"Life is a great big canvas, throw all the paint on it that you can"

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Bill & Barbara Biggs
Art's Sign Service, Inc.
Clute, Texas, USA
Home of The Great Texas Mosquito Festival
Proud Third year Supporter of the Letterheads Website
MailTo:twobeesusa@netscape.net

I've missed you on chat lately, I have to get offline at midnight tuesday - thursday nights my time...EST. I can't wait to see what you're working on now! I've got pretty kewl idea that I wanted to run by you, next time I see you. All the kids here think it's kewl. We'll see what you think!

Have fun!

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Linda Silver Eagle
Silver Eagle Graphix Studio
Georgia, USA

ICQ# 60434646

Signwriters never die...they've always got 1-Shot left!
 

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From Katie Wright, 16 year old professional signie wannabe from Aus.

"Life is a great big canvas, throw all the paint on it that you can"

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joe pribish-A SIGN MINT
2811 longleaf Dr.
pensacola, fl 32526
850-944-5060
BEWARE THE TRUTH.....YOU MAY NOT LIKE WHAT YOU FIND

A REDNECK VALENTINE
Kudzu is green,
my dog's name is Blue
And I'm so lucky
to have a sweet guy like you.

Yore hair is like cornsilk
A-flapping in the breeze.
Softer than Boo's (our cat)
And without all them fleas.

You move like the Bass,
Which excite yew in May.
You ain't got no scales
But I luv you anyway.

You're as tasty as okry
Jist a-dancin' in the pan.
Yo're as tough as beef jerky
Right out of the can.

You have most yore teeth,
For which I am proud;
I hold my head high
When we're in a crowd.

On special occasions,
When you wash yore armpits,
Well, I'm in hawg heaven,
I'm plumb outta my wits.

And speakin' of wits,
You've got plenty fer shore.
'Cuz you shacked up wit me
Back in '96.

Still them gals friends of mine
They all want to know,
What I did to deserve
Such a hapnin, young bo.

Like a good roll of duct tape
Yo're my trusty man,
To patch up life's troubles
And stick 'em in the can.

Yo're as strong as a four-wheeler
Racin' through the mud,
Yet sensitive as that sanger
Named Naomi Judd.

Yo're as cute as a junebug
A-buzzin' overhead.
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.

When you hold me real tight
Like a padded gunrack,
My life is complete;
Ain't nuttin' I lack.

Like a '57 Chevy,
Won't put you on blocks
And let grass grow up heavy.
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 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 , honey,
These will not do.
For you are too special,
You sweet ol’ boy you.
I got you a gift,
Without taste nor odor,
Better than diamonds
it's a new trollin' motor.

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Adrienne Morgan
Splash Signs
www.splashsigns.com
"Rainkatt'

Benicia, CA
707-746-7847 (shop)
707-550-4553 (voicemail)
adrienne@splashsigns.com