Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

a sorta redneck sonnet

25 January 2014



Your smile is as bright as my truck’s headlights,

your lips as full as mine after a fight,

your dress at mid thigh is almost as high

as the lift kit that helps my truck fly.

Your hair is as black as that space in the back

where we wrestled underneath the gun rack.

Your eyes sparkled and shone, like polished chrome

prettier than any cousins I’ve known.

Your all-over tan would drive any man

squirrelly trying to think up a plan.

On top of all this, you can hunt and fish,

and even more than even I could wish.

I guess I ‘m saying, secretly praying,

I think I love you, will you be staying?




25 January, 2014 - Posted by | Poetry |

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