Message-ID: <19521524.1075840329447.JavaMail.evans@thyme> Date: Mon, 28 Jan 2002 11:16:26 -0800 (PST) From: stichavsky@pct-inc.com To: chrisann.vossos@enron.com, baughman.travis@enron.com, beck.shantte@enron.com, michal.scott@enron.com, hoffmann.richard@enron.com, winn.misti@enron.com, bailey.leigh-ann@enron.com, joni.kloesel@enron.com, alex.jon@enron.com, vara.joe@enron.com, purdy.james@enron.com, sr.howell@enron.com, zoch.electra@enron.com, gail.donald@enron.com, don.baughman@enron.com, kubala.david@enron.com, mikesell.danyel@enron.com, harrison.dale@enron.com, mock.corbin@enron.com, mills.bret@enron.com, keelan.anita@enron.com, gillikin.angie@enron.com Subject: Nice Valentine's poem, almost as good as I could write Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-From: "SCOTT TICHAVSKY" @ENRON X-To: Vossos, Chrisann , Travis Baughman , Shantte Beck , Scott Michal , Richard Hoffmann , Misti Winn , Leigh-Ann Bailey , Kloesel, Joni , Jon Ann Alex , Joe Vara , James Purdy , Howell, Stacy SR , Electra Zoch , donald & gail , Baughman Jr., Don , David Kubala , Danyel Mikesell , DALE HARRISON , Corbin Mock , Bret Mills , Anita Keelan , Angie Gillikin X-cc: X-bcc: X-Folder: \ExMerge - Baughman Jr., Don\Deleted Items X-Origin: BAUGHMAN-D X-FileName: don baughman 6-25-02.PST > > A Redneck Valentine > > > > Collards is green > > my dog's name is Blue > > and I'm so lucky > > to have a sweet thang like you. > > > > Yore hair is like cornsilk > > a-flapping in the breeze > > Softer than Blue's > > and without all them fleas. > > > > You move like the bass, > > which excite me in May. > > You ain't got no scales > > but I luv you anyway. > > > > Yo're as satisfy'n as okry > > jist a-fry'n in the pan. > > Yo're as fragrant as "snuff" > > right out of the can. > > > > You have som'a yore teeth, > > for which I am proud; > > I hold my head high > > when we're in a crowd. > > > > On special occasions, > > when you shave under yore arms, > > well, I'm in hawg heaven, > > and awed by yore charms. > > > > Still them fellers at work, > > they all want to know, > > what I did to deserve > > such a purdy, young doe. > > > > Like a good roll of duct tape > > yo're there fer yore man, > > to patch up life's troubles > > and fix what you can. > > > > Yo're as cute as a junebug > > a-buzzin' overhead. > > You ain't mean like those far ants > > I found in my bed. > > > > Cut from the best cloth > > like a plaid flannel shirt, > > you spark up my life > > more than a fresh load of dirt. > > > > When you hold me real tight > > like a padded gunrack, > > my life is complete; > > Ain't nuttin' I lack. > > > > Yore complexion, it's perfection, > > like the best vinyl sidin'. > > despite all the years, > > yore age, it keeps hidin'. > > > > Me 'n' you's like a Moon Pie > > with a RC cold drank, > > we go together > > like a skunk goes with stank. > > > > Some men, they buy chocolate > > for Valentine's Day; > > They git it at Wal-Mart, > > it's romantic that way. > > > > Some men git roses > > on that special day > > from the cooler at Kroger. > > "That's impressive," I say. > > > > Some men buy fine diamonds > > from a flea market booth. > > "Diamonds are forever," > > they explain, suave and couth. > > > > But for this man, honey, > > these won't do. > > Cause yo're too special, > > you sweet thang you. > > > > I got you a gift, > > without taste nor odor, > > more useful than diamonds... > > > > IT'S A NEW TROLLIN' MOTOR!! >