Redneck Love Poem by Roger A. Rose

Ol' Mabel ain't purty and it's such a pity,
she was just perfect in her younger days.
Now she's old and she's tired and just sits in the yard.
prob'ly I done used her just a little too hard.
Unwashed and bug ridden she waits for my bidden',
uncomplainin' she serves this ol' man well.
I kick her and I cuss her and I work her like hell.
Ol' Mabel must trust me 'cause she never has balked.
She does what I tell her without no back talk.
When I get inside her, sweet music we're a playin',
and the faster we go, her rear end, it's a swayin'.
In winter and summer she starts up real well.
In mud and in snow she's never got stuck.
Gawd how I love that rusty ol' truck.