I love you still, woman,
and I always will.
You're a sight for sore eyes
and I don't apologize
because I idolize
the very ground you walk on,
but please don't walk
so loudly or talk so loudly.
You're a sight for sore eyes
but a plight for sore ears.
Your motor-mouth keeps
grinding on my ears,
as when you drive you're
grinding on the gears.
You just keep yapping
and flapping your lips.
Can't you be still for
just a minute or two?
A cowboy needs the peace
and quiet of the solitude
of the prairie.
Please, woman!
I love you still!
My boyfriend calls me 'potty mouth' 'cause I can go on so. But loves me still, as hope you will know 'bird' that fields no cage for man or mouse. An immigrant, I love the South though hurricanes do blow. I'd share your range if that's not strange, and trust you'll act your age! Sun maid, not spouse! Krakatoa Kritic #007 A fun poem. I'd say most women appreciate a flexible man. A personal ten from me! Who knows what's true! But you're my first on PH! Ha!
you wouldn't care for me because I am loud and talkive according my sister. But the poem made me smile today, in which, i needed Bravo!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliantly composed.....like it.......thank u....anjandev roy.