My Something poem For Maybelle

Maybelle, how I…awwrh…can’t say it

But every day I pray it

I may be someone that sows a seed

But your…nawwrh, nawwrh…can’t say it…is all I need

I want to touch, to hold your…shucks, can’t say it!-Oh, yeah, arm

And walk with you inside my farm

Do I want to…nawwrh, can’t say it…but, natch!

If you’d walk with me to my ranch

If you could give me a…nawwrh…the words, I miss

I can’t even show with my lips that it looks like this

My lack of words are making this a mess

But your…nawwrh, can’t think it…I want to…caress…

Since I first saw you standing, along the ears of corn

That…that thing in my chest…seemed to blow a horn

Just as I spoil my crops with loads of fertilizer

With,,,that thing I nearly mentioned…I won’t be a miser

I need…awwrh…I’LL SAY IT!!!!-You to be mine

Maybelle, please be my Valentine!!!