Taking Her Down South - Poem by Richard Flappa
Oh, how I long to take her Down South
Where the taste of berries would linger in her mouth
I'll ask politely to take her out
And we'll go to the jolly old South.
Girl got a mouth for honeycombs
When she sleeps at night her mouth foams
For the O so sweet and tender Bone
That's the taste of the good ol' South!
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