She doesn’t have fangs or a tail, but, bug her, and into the curb you will sail. Even the street dogs, of her, they beware, they flee when she gives them an evil stare. She loves romance, and, the old type fish dance, ladies, forget about stealing her man, you don’t stand a chance!
She’s a southern belle, but don’t dare touch her booty, sorry, but I’m crazy in love with this cutie. She is a real down to earth Gal, not just a wife, not a snoot, but, a close friend to boot.
She can shoot a gun, let fly an arrow, but, loves the wildlife, feeds the squirrels, and, the little sparrows. The fish fear her, she can tie a hook to a line fine, her fly-casting is divine, better than mine. She never brags, or nags, doesn’t want to be called an old hag.
God broke the mold when he made her, the only area that I excel over her is with weightlifting, she is only slightly under five-foot-tall, her curves being much different from mine, adding muscles to her bod, would to me be odd, and, where, somewhere behind?
