I Forgot Our Kids Believe I Love You

I picked up a box of magnetic poetry country love songs at Barnes & Noble. They have some good ones like, "She won't get under me until I get over you," and "If love were oil I'd be a quart low."

So I tried my own:

Damn your buns and black heart!

You stomped and tore out my heart.

I want your biscuits in the oven.

I'll marry you if you go away.

I love silver, just ask my mama.

Hell, my heart is plastic.

I miss the lips you kiss.

I forgot our kids believe I love you.

I miss you but now you won't leave me.

I get my redneck honeymoon every day.

You're the only pretty baby you'll know.

If there was a rodeo clown cemetery, would it be funny?