Poetry Tag

pudding

1 i saw this women yesterday a real cowgirl with boots like mine
and a long pony tale.

i mean LONG pony tale

i love southern women
something about that house port tail it tea
you know
i love how they walk into a room
how they dress a perfectly fine smile
how they just seem all clean with out those green machines
i love how those skirts hang loose on their waist
i love that lip line on thier fave bean dreams
i love how they seem almost almond meal clean
i love when they walk down the ally
that clapping down hard of their boots gives a howling meaning to my real family
i love the chaps stick in their purse
their squeezing hugging you tight shirt
i love thier pink finger nail polish
thier sweet and shiney starched flirt
what an excellent source of vitimin c
my ideal food
thier rich and fancy leather fringe
a tasty tangy for my contraction burps
i love a southern cowgirl
the real thing magic blink
2
Never needed a telephone
Why do we have a mouth
Gently cruising across the neighbours
Twenty to the gaff

Always there and turned
But with the class within
When I go to hell
That's where I begin

Always kept my asking price
No matter the handicap
Always someone there to pay
My passing thoughts no handicap

Take over every jump
No matter what the jockey
Arse is high and is the hair
I dont care if it's rocky



Contributors

1. cow girl on Friday, April 11, 2003, 04:35:16.
2. Dave Page (yes the real one) (davepage@dial.pipex.com) on Tuesday, April 15, 2003, 16:08:32.

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  • Updated Tuesday, 15-Apr-2003 16:08:32 PDT