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A GEORGIA EXTRAVAGANZA

In the lovely Peach State of Georgia
There lived a man of meager means
He had a worn out flannel shirt
And a nearly worn  out pair of faded old blue jeans

He tended a huge peach orchard
For the richest man in town
Who strutted around like a king
Putting people down

The 'king' had a daughter fair of skin
And eyes of dazzling blue
He doted on her lavishly
She was  highly spoiled, it's true

But Curtis, the lowly caretaker
Was smitten by her charm
He dreamed one day to walk with her
Hanging on his arm

Well, as the hand of fate would have its way
She was strolling among the peach trees
And noticed Curtis pulling weeds
Down on his hands and knees

She said in her sweetest Southern drawl
How would you like to be
The man to take me away from here
Somewhere across the sea

He said to her, Miss Martha
I've dreamed of that very thing
But I'm just an orchard tender
I can't even afford a ring

She laughed and said, look Curtis
If money is what you need
I can give you all you want
Due to my Papa's greed

We'll have us a honeymoon
Like nothing you've ever known
The quicker you pack up 
The sooner  we'll be gone

So Curtis  dusted off his jeans and shirt 
Bathed and slicked his hair
They took off for Paris
Oh my, what a pair

Well the rest of the story is yet to come
You'll just have to wait and see
How the two of them and their little brood
Care lovingly for each peach tree

They're living in Fort Valley, Georgia
The peach capital of the world
And now this little fairy tale
Has been fictitiously unfurled    lol

24 May 2018
For the contest sponsored by Alexis Y

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