Twang goes my heart,
Layisd on my back last night,
Bed of my queen,
Love doesn’t mean sex,
MY arm around her back,
Her head resting on my arm,
To tired to get real food,
Sixty-three and eight,
We had gone to Wally World,
From two to seven in the rain she paced,
Tear glisten pass my blues eyes,
Like horses in spring rain prance,
We at Wally World like two Festers,
You the right age recall,
Gun Smoke with James Arness,
Back when TV didn’t need J.R.,
Looking back now we knew Jim was Miss Kitty’s Guy,
I was on a cart,
My gal had a cart she pushed,
I zoomed here and zoomed there,
When time came to get out,
I felt like Fred Flintstone wishing someone just tip me over,
This morning after packing personal things and Sammy her black and white, With me at our metal door ,
Love is over flowing once more,
Wish I spent more time holding her.
Were not done.
Just apart for now.
Love my Southern Bell,
Part African, American through n through on dad’s side.
On moms Scotish from the isle of man.