Country Poetry
You are the chicken in
My pot pie
You are my pot roast,
You're the most
Your my road kill
What a delicious meal
My tire on my 4X4
Turning my head in circles
Your my AR-15
with a clip fully loaded
Your my horse
without a saddle, Weeeee
Your my boot’s
dressed in sexy leather
Your my rope
you have got me tied up
My sipping whiskery
your look makes me drunk
Your my buck
In hunting season
Laying down with
Your hoofs pointed up
You Are My Country Girl
Copyright © Bobby May | Year Posted 2020
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment