with
her piece of straw
dangling from
her pouty lips,
her daisy dukes
tight around
her hips,
and cowgirl hat
tilted on her long blonde
hair with a
ponytail. she's giving
me a piece of her
mind with
her farm lingo.
there's
her maw and paw
making vittles down
on the spinach
patch,
branding cows,
and telling
yarns.
she can dance, two
step and line,
she knows all the words
to Dwight
and Merle,
and the rest of them.
look at her on the front
porch playing her
washboard,
her banjo,
slapping her leg
in double time.
i have no idea what
i'm getting into.
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