Texas Girl
Texas girl born and raised,
Try our BBQ and ya'll will be amazed,
I'll tell ya somethin' about livin' in the south,
Ya'll will hear, " down yonder," comin' out my mouth,
Back to the BBQ 'cuz it's finger lickin' good,
Pull up dem trucks and prop up on the hoods,
" Hope you fellars brought dem beers witcha,"
"Or I'll swing this switch where the sun doesn't hit ya!"
Heard my daddy say, " I'm hairin' this cat,"
" Ya''ll better mind those manners and learn how to act!"
Them there 'squitters are big this year!
If I call you Darlin' just know it's sincere,
I'm from Texas and maybe our slang is funny,
No where I'd rather be and you can bet that, Honey!
Ya'll come visit, unless, you're scared!
Eat some BBQ and drink them cold beers.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
