Down Home Cookin’


When I was a young feller, in my teens,

With cowboy boots and faded bluejeans…


I spent my time, filled hours with delight…

Watching the gals..Man that sure were a sight!


Blondes, brunettes, and redheads too,

As one by one, they passed through my view.


My Mom would poke me in a rib,

Say to me, “Whats wrong with ya, kid?!”


And I would respond, with a sheepish look,

Gulp as a deep breath, I then took…


‘Don’t worry Mama, I’m jest a lookin’,

Fer a gal whut can do, that ‘Down Home Cookin!’


©  2004  Loree (Mason) O’Neil


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