21 RED ROSES

Happy Birthday baby Sister  

You’d be 21 today    

And there are 21 red roses  

By this headstone on your grave

I wonder who they’re  from  

Wait…here’s a card to read

Let me set my flowers down

These daisies are from me

Well it’s not easy to read this

The sender must have cried

Everything’s a little blurry

And there’s something else inside

Oh, Sis it’s a diamond ring

It just has to be from Jon

You know I haven’t seen him once

Since the day that you passed on

~~~*Chorus*~~~

Happy Birthday Babe

Here’s the ring I promised you

I wish that you were here today

To make our dreams come true

I moved into the little house

We picked out by the shore

It’s not as pretty as I thought

Well it isn't anymore

I know daisies are your favorite

But A red rose is for love

I just wanted to, make sure you knew

If you saw them from above

Forgive the tears I have shed this year

And today here by your grave

Happy 21st  Birthday

I sure miss you Babe

~~*~~

I’m sorry baby Sister

I don’t know what else to say

I drive by your apartment

To and from work every day

Thought that he might need a friend

Or a shoulder to cry on

But it’s like he died when you did

For me, you’re both just gone

I’m glad I saw the ring and card

At least I know he is okay

There are 21 red roses 

By this headstone on your grave

~~~*2nd Chorus*~~~

Happy Birthday baby Sister  

You’d be 21 today    

And there are 21 red roses

By the headstone at your grave  

He knows daisies are your favorite

But red roses are for love

And I know you think they're gorgeous

That you see them from above

Forgive the tears we've shed this year

And today here by your grave

Happy Birthday Baby Sister
You'd be 21 today

~~*~~

Teresa Lynn Johnson

Wrdspnr@aol.com
Copyright © 2012  

DIRTY WINDOW

This letter’s hard to write

I’m not sure where to start

It’s not as bad, as trying to clean

The dirty window to my heart

Yeah, if it’s a little hazy

No one can look through

To see my heart is bleeding

With it’s obstructed view

Back when my hand held aces

I let my window shine

So everyone could clearly see

That healthy heart of mine

Well I guess my game is over

You’re gone…I didn't win

Now there’s just a dirty window

That no one can look in

~~~*Chorus*~~~

Can you come back here please

And wipe it all away

It’s such a filthy mess

All covered up this way

The stains, the streaks,

All these cracks and leaks

I just don’t know where to start

I need you 

To come and clean

The dirty window to my heart

~~*~~

~~~~~~*Bridge*~~~~~~

Thank you for the letter

Yeah, babe, my heart feels fine

The glass is shining once again

This window’s opened wide

Y’all feel free, to come and see

What she hung up, once framed

My letter’s there, and I don’t care

Because I’m back in the game

It says…………………..

~~~*Chorus*~~~

Can you come back here please

And wipe it all away

It’s such a filthy mess

All covered up this way

The stains, the streaks,

All these cracks and leaks

I just don’t know where to start

I need you 

To come and clean

The dirty window to my heart

~~*~~

Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
Copyright © 2012  

YOU CALL 9-1-1

I was hanging out on my Google site…Relaxing on Sunday
When I saw some lady’s post… That took my breath away

She didn’t have the strength…To get out of her bed
Told us not to worry…Soon she would be dead

Said she hadn’t eaten …For at least six days
I lowered my head…And yes, …I prayed

Everyone was typing…For her to just hold on
Excellent advice to take…No answer…she’s gone

Across the United States…And Friends from overseas
We formed a human web…To reach out and give relief

Well she posted this morning…After three long days
I thanked God for her life …But she slapped me in the face

Well………..

Here’s my question!

Are you really that dumb?

When someone threatens suicide

You call 9-1-1

We were even slammed

Because of our prayers

We could have said

“Hey go ahead!”

But some people

Really care

Well I have some advice

I truly must impart

Don’t you throw the blame at us

With that brick you call a heart

I’m glad you are alive

But I am done…..

If you want to die

don’t’ call 9-1-1

I know the right thing…Is to forgive the weak
But you are the type that…Would slap the other cheek

Just so you know…We felt terrible for you
Only tried to help because…Some have been there too

Hundreds of posts …And then you ask “Who cares?”….
You’re sick…so…I’ll keep you in my prayers……..

But...

Answer me lady!

Are you really that dumb?

When someone threatens suicide

You call 9-1-1

We were even slammed

Because of our prayers

We could have said

“Hey go ahead!”

But some people

Really care

Well I have some advice

I truly must impart

Don’t you throw the blame at us

With that brick you call a heart

I’m glad you are alive

But I am done…..

If you want to die

don’t’ call 9-1-1

Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
Copyright © 2012  

THE THIRST

Don’t you deny 

The way that kiss made you feel

I didn't shut my eyes girl

I witnessed you revealed

I saw the flush sweep your face

I heard your ragged breath

I felt your heart pounding like 

A birds against my chest

When your hands rose up 

Pushing me away

Mine were the seducers 

Enticing you to stay

~~~*Chorus*~~~

Don’t fight it 

Don’t be a drop of dew

That the sun takes

Before the day is through

Be the downpour

That revives the drying earth

Of all that’s lacking

Ah girl quench the thirst

Mmm hmm hmm

The thirst

~~*~~

Don’t deny the hunger

The shock of the waves

That engulfed us 

Kept us both enslaved

While we were drowning 

In that embrace

I left the desert

Burning heat no shade

Oh I need you 

Give the dying rebirth

Be the downpour

Baby feed the thirst

~~~*Chorus*~~~

Don’t fight it 

Don’t be a drop of dew

That the sun takes

Before the day is through

Be the downpour

That relieves the drying earth

Of all that’s lacking

Ah girl quench the thirst

Mmm hmm hmm

The thirst

~~*~~

Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
Copyright © 2012

I WON'T LIE FOR YOU

I’m sitting down here by the water

You’re somewhere on a distant shore

You want me to fight your battles

But won’t explain what caused the war

I can’t walk on this water

And deliver you from pain

I will not bear false witness

When you cannot prove your claim

How am I supposed to help you

What service can I hope to lend

You are but a stranger

God would have me call a friend

But friends don’t keep such secrets

From each other and their God

You’re hiding something from me

And I am anything but a fraud

~~~*Chorus*~~~

I am not a fraud

I am a woman of God

And I won’t lie for you

I Pray as a giving soul

Combine pieces, to make whole

The broken and confused

But I won’t lie for you

~~*~~

You know enough about me

To know I would do anything

Within my power to help you

Without compromising me

God is ever present

A friend wouldn't ask me to

Cause Him disappointment

By trying to bend the truth

Won’t turn my back... on this shore

And I won’t walk away

You need something from me

I will be your Friend and Pray

  But…

~~~*Chorus*~~~

I am not a fraud

I am a woman of God

And I won’t lie for you

I Pray as a giving soul

Combine pieces, to make whole

The broken and confused

But I won’t lie for you

~~*~~

Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
Copyright © 2012  

MIND SCREAMS

She had just turned eighteen

Her parents thought she was in bed

But she'd sneaked through the window

To hang out with her friends

She knew that they were wild

But she felt so confined

Final year of high school

And was in her bed by nine

She thought they were just kidding

When they said let's rob this place

Terrified... staring at the gun

Pointed in the young man's face

~~~*Chorus*~~~

And her mind screamed

Lord...

What have I done

This isn't what I wanted

This isn't any fun

Please take me back home

God let me sleep and dream

But the gun went off

And her mind screamed

~~*~~

The judge did not go easy

Her parents hung their heads

She had chosen poorly

And a young man was dead

They locked her up with criminals

With no regard for what is right

Confinement was defined...

This nightmare was her life

~~~*2nd Chorus*~~~

And her mind screamed

Lord...

What have I done

This isn't what I wanted

This isn't any fun

Please take me back home

God let me sleep and dream

The gun echoes

And her mind screams

~~*~~

She walked out into the sunshine

But inside her...she felt cold

Her parents were waiting for her

When did they get so old

Oh, Lord they held her

Couldn't hide their tears

Left in that cell the echoes

Of a gun and wasted years

~~~*Final Chorus*~~~

And her mind screamed

Lord ...

What's done is done

It wasn't what I wanted

But I just couldn't run

I am going home now

Please reset my dreams

I didn't pull the trigger

But my mind screams

~~*~~

Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
Copyright © 2012  

BARNACLES AND PEARLS

Our five year reunion was to start at nine
There wasn't any way he would be up in time
The sun was rising when I heard the door
I knew he wasn't coming when he hit the floor

I put on a summer dress and I curled my hair
The bruises weren't gone but I didn't care
I dabbed on makeup and I grabbed the keys
Feeling relieved he couldn't come with me

I wish I would have listened to my friends
When they warned me girl don't fall for him
These five years together have been like Hell
He's never cared for anyone but himself

~~~*Chorus*~~~

I chose the only dead branch on a healthy tree

Walked in a flower garden and picked out a weed

Could have had the sunshine but I braved a storm

Now I regret the day that he was ever born

A handsome jerk...a pretty girl

A barnacle and a string of pearls

~~*~~

Walking up to the school I heard a scream

Daisy Griff was running right at me

She looked me over and hugged me tight

Said give me your address I'll go get the guys

I said he isn't worth it let's just have fun

I'm not going home until the party's done

Being with my friends took me back in time

To when I used to laugh and everything was fine

They were taking the party to the local bar

I called out goodbyes and headed for my car

I really didn't want to go home tonight

But knew if I stayed there would be a fight

~~~*Chorus*~~~

I chose the only dead branch on a healthy tree

Walked in a flower garden and picked out a weed

Could have had the sunshine but I braved a storm

Now I regret the day that he was ever born

A handsome jerk...a pretty girl

A barnacle and a string of pearls

~~*~~

He wasn't home when I arrived

I was so happy that I almost cried

It was after two when a truck pulled up

Daisy hollered let's go if you've had enough

I said I can't do it he'll come after me

And there's gonna be trouble if you don't leave

Daisy said no worries you're finally free

The boys tossed that barnacle in the sea

A handsome jerk...a pretty girl

A barnacle and a string of pearls

~~*~~

Teresa Lynn Johnson

Wrdspnr@aol.com

Copyright © 2012  



EXILE THE SHADOW

I shudder at the doubt reflected in your eyes
I have witnessed the cage surrounding you
They have created a shadow of whom you truly are
Made you feel like the dirt beneath their shoes

If I could forge a key, and use it to set you free
Would you step away from their oppressive Hell
Would you be born anew, shed the shadow of you
And live the life you've dreamed for yourself

~~~*Chorus*~~~
Don't be a shadow
Merge with the light
Don't lie down and wallow
Raise yourself and fight
Blind the disbelievers
With the glaring truth
Exile the shadow
Live your life as you
~~*~~

You have been confined by their ignorance
But I have watched you simmer and I know
Within the humble man there is a force that
Can awaken an inferno from the coals
I beg you...
Burn your way from their presence
I've sung your praises as the master key
Others are questioning your keepers
There's a tremor beginning in the streets

~~~*Lyrical Bridge*~~~
There you are uncaged...finally delivered
Your tormentors could no longer fight
To keep you in the shadows deeply damaged
You are now a champion... 
Boy, revel in the light
Exile the shadow
~~*~~

~~~*2nd  Chorus*~~~
No not a shadow
Hidden from sight
You rose against them
Found in you the fight
You are the believer
Life begins anew
Risen from the shadow
Is the light of you
~~*~~

~~~*Finale*~~~
You've exiled the shadow
That kept the light from view
Now go and lead them
For they will follow you
~~*~~

Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
Copyright © 2012
To heal the broken
With Love ~~T*  

MMM...UH HUH...COWBOYS

There were three of us city girls

Clothes, shoes, and makeup packed

Heading out for six long weeks

To a real Wyoming ranch

We didn't know what was in store

Did our nails on board the train

Heading for the West with smiles

And Cowboys on the brain

We did not travel far before

We got tired of the ride

Three very spoiled city girls

Agreed that we should fly

We arrived in record time

The Ranch house looked so good

And the Cowboys that came for our bags

We would have jumped them if we could

~~~*Chorus*~~~

Well...they aren't just a kidding

When they say a Cowboy's fine

Took me but a minute

To pick out which one was mine

I even snapped a shot of him

Before he turned to leave

Got a Cowboy strutting in my mind

My heart dancing on my sleeve

~~*~~ 

The sun hadn't even risen

When that rooster made its noise

The only thing that got us up was

mmm...uh huh...Cowboys

We must have looked quite a sight

Walking down those wooden stairs

But they held in their laughter

Each pulled us out a chair

The red-headed Cowboy said

Ladies you might want to change

You can't wear those fancy dresses

Out there on the range

When we joined them at the stables

In our colored hats and jeans

I heard the brown-haired one snicker

Oh, buddy I see what you mean

~~~*Chorus*~~~

Well...they aren't just a kidding

When they say a Cowboy's fine

Took me but a minute

To pick out which one was mine

I even snapped a shot of him

As he tipped his hat at me

Got a Cowboy strutting in my mind

My heart dancing on my sleeve

~~*~~

We could hardly walk at all

When the horses brought us home

Our pretty hats were brown with dirt

We looked at our hands and moaned

I don't remember eating dinner

And we slept like the dead

When that rooster crowed again

We all swore to wring his neck

We were whining like new prisoners

We talked about going home

The only thing that stopped us was

Mmm...uh huh...Cowboys

~~~*Chorus*~~~

Well...they aren't just a kidding

When they say a Cowboy's fine

Took me but a minute

To pick out which one was mine

I even snapped a shot of him

When he said good morning to me

Got a Cowboy strutting in my mind

My heart dancing on my sleeve

~~*~~

Oh... our six weeks came and went

We're all married women now

We can ride a horse, fix a fence,

Muck a stall, and brand a cow

Now we are all awake and ready

Before that rooster crows

I don't need to tell you why

When you already know

~~*~~

Mmm...uh huh...Cowboys!

Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
Copyright © 2012  



ST. VALENTINE'S GOT NOTHING ON ME

She said you are not romantic

Why don't you just let me be

My mouth dropped open, and I couldn't talk

So she walked away from me

Well my heart it started pumping

Soon my blood was catching fire

My mind could not imagine

What her lips had just transpired

When it finally started sinking in

I remembered I had her key

And right then I knew, I would have to prove

St.Valentine's got nothing on me

~~~*Chorus*~~~

I'll treat my lady like a precious gem

In a field of rock and stone

Change my name to Casanova

Last name to Romeo

I'll do anything to keep her

Even get down on one knee

I have to make her realize

St. Valentine's got nothing on me

~~*~~

I bought champagne and roses

Bubble bath and strawberries

A necklace laced with diamonds

And lotion to rub on her feet

I wrote a poem that says I Love You

Oh baby can't you see

For you I would do anything

St. Valentine's got nothing on me

I heard her key turn in the lock

She laughed and said...I always knew

I just had to make you realize

St. Valentine's got nothing on you!

~~~*2nd Chorus*~~~

Yes I treat her like a precious gem

In a field of rock and stone

She calls me Casanova

I'm her loving Romeo

I did what I had to keep her

Even got down on one knee

Oh, she always knew that I could prove

St. Valentine's got nothing on me

~~*~~

Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
Copyright © 2012  

JOHNNY THE SNOWBALL

Johnny the snowball
Was made on Christmas Eve
He had a little piece of lint, under his nose
From Timmy's flannel shirt sleeve

He was waiting in a basket
On top of Timmy's sled
With a bunch of other snowballs
All whining and shaking with dread

When they heard Johnny laughing
The snowballs, they got mad
One said, "After the snowball fight
Even Johnny won't laugh"

Johnny said I'm sorry
We'll all be splats I know
But I just can't quit laughing
This lint, it tickles my nose!

Timmy finished eating
And when he stepped outside
All the snowballs but Johnny
They began to cry

Timmy and his buddies
Had their snowball fight
And Johnny was still laughing
As he flew through the sky

Well that lint held Johnny together
As he rolled down the slope
And he kept getting bigger
As he collected snow

Johnny ended up a snowman
As tall as he is wide
And if you listen closely
You can hear him laughing inside

Johnny the snowball
Was made on Christmas Eve
Now he's a laughing snowman
You can hear if you believe.....

Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
Copyright © 2012  

WHAT CHRISTMAS MEANS TO ME

My Granddaughter asked me

Grandma, what does Christmas mean

I told her that Christ was born

To rescue who believes

 I laughed and said, when I was young

I thought Santa was my Dad

And every Christmas season

Was the best time that I had

Daddy was a big kid

Especially when it snowed

We'd dress up in our mittens,

Snow pants, hats, and coats

Then We'd get every kid

Who lived within a mile

They'd show up ready to have fun

Daddy always wore a smile

He would get our old car hood

And He would hook it up

At the end of a big old logging chain

Behind his pickup truck

We all piled on, Daddy hit the gas

Every kid would laugh and scream

That kind of fun just can't be bought

It's the making of your sweetest dreams

She raised her little face

Precious as can be

As I told her exactly

What Christmas means to me

Mama had the cocoa waiting

To help us all get warm

The smell of pine logs burning

In our big Montana home

My Brother hung the mistletoe

Over the fireplace

Daddy's eyes would twinkle

With a big smile on his face

He would grab our Mama

Our little hearts would pound

He kissed her right on her lips

While we jumped up and down

Clapping hands and giggling

Around our Christmas tree

Jesus and making memories

That's what Christmas means to me

My little Angel just stared at me

Her big eyes round and blue

She said, Grandma... tell me again

What Christmas means to you

Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
Copyright © 2012  

NO...NOT YET

I went to church with my Wife last Sunday

It is something I don't normally do

But she's never failed once to invite me

And this time I decided to come through

The Pastor said "You need to come more often"

As he shook my hand, when we were set to leave

I said I don't have to come and listen to you

For God to know the things that I believe

You can take that any way you want to

It really doesn't matter much to me

I only answer to the Good Lord and my Wife

Maybe that's too hard, for you, to conceive

(speak this line)  

 Let me put it this way...

~~~*Chorus*~~~

I work hard

Do my best

I help my neighbors out

And know that I am Blessed

I am fair

Pay my debts

I've never beat a man

For his opinion

Yet!

I don't lie

I don't steal

I don't hit my woman

And I have never killed

Yet!

No, not yet...

~~*~~

The Pastor dropped my hand that he was squeezing

My Wife smiled like the Angel that she is

Said, Pastor you just go and spread God's message

I do believe He's got a handle on this

~~~~Lyrical Bridge~~~~

My church is open skies, knowing God has blessed my life

And not a single thing can change my mind

I aid the souls in need, talk to God most faithfully

Am a Christian of the deepest kind

~~*~~

The Lord Blessed us with a Son last Friday

I was watching them through the open door

She was running her fingers on his sweet face

I thought that I could never love her more

She whispered, Son I want to give you fair warning

She laughed softly against his tiny head

Don't you ever think to judge your Daddy

Someday I'll tell you how he feels and what he said...

 (speak this line) 

 I knew she'd tell him what I said...

~~~*Chorus*~~~

I work hard

Do my best

I help my neighbors out

And know that I am Blessed

I am fair

Pay my debts

I've never beat a man

For his opinion

Yet!

I don't lie

I don't steal

I don't hit my woman

And I have never killed

Yet!

No, not yet...

~~*~~

Teresa Lynn Johnson

Wrdspnr@aol.com
 Copyright © 2012









STRUCK BY LIGHTNING

Lightning came blazing out of the sky
Man,  it was coming after me
I felt a sensation when it touched ground
I was emitting electricity

There was no way I could stand up straight
And it wasn't the rum and Coke
I couldn't get the smile off my face
And I'm sure that I was smelling smoke

People came running out of the bar
I guess they saw the lightning strike
They looked at me and hollered holy smokes
Dude you should see what you look like

~~~*Chorus*~~~
I looked like lightning struck me in the face
I walked in the bar...lit up the whole danged place
Got a painted-on-smile, and a melted afro on my head
And everyone saying they're sure glad that I aint dead
Didn't see the Pearly Gates...didn't hear no Angels sing
It's an awakening
Quite frightening
Getting struck by lightning
~~*~~

Got fired from the job I had ten years
Down at the magnet factory
My girlfriend took everything and left
Said my new smile gives her the creeps

Yeah, I got a job at the Mission
Least I can eat and pay the rent
The kids nicknamed me Sir Funny Face
I've never had days so well spent

I'm teaching them how to swim and read
They get excited when I walk up
The best sensation to ever strike
Is they don't care about how I look

~~~* 2nd Chorus*~~~
I look like lightning struck me in the face
I'm walking around, but it's no longer in disgrace
Got a painted-on-smile, and a little fuzz on my bald head
And those sweet kids saying they're sure glad that I aint dead
Didn't see the Pearly Gates...didn't hear no Angels sing
It's an awakening
Quite enlightening
Getting struck by lightning
~~*~~

Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
Copyright © 2012  

SEPTEMBER 11, 2001

I am sitting here all safe at home
While our Troops are overseas
Looking at pictures on the internet
Of where our towers used to be

Now there are twin beams of light
A tribute to the tragedy
Marble at the Pentagon
And in a field for flight 93

A Heroes funeral for the fallen
Who've died so far from home
And I am hurting, sitting here
Praying that the Families know

~~~*Chorus*~~~
I am a person
With my heart in my throat
There is no way
I'll ever know the pain
You survivors know
My Heart breaks for you
These are honest tears
Shed with all that's happened
For the past eighteen years 
I'm sending Love and Prayers to you
Every Family that's forever broken
I wish I could take your pain away
So I just bow my head and pray
Sending Love in the only way
Possible for this person
~~*~~

I remember that day...Oh, I remember
Never took my blurry eyes off of the screen
I could hear people's voices sick with horror
Report the terror through the dust and screams

And I prayed "OH GOD, I BEG YOU, PLEASE BE WITH
THEM!
SURROUND THEIR HEARTS, DON'T LET THEM FEEL
ALONE!"
And I couldn't help myself from feeling guilty
While these lives were being altered ...I was home

I knew our Country would advance upon the wicked
Yes, I knew that shattered lives would be the cost
But I have cheered them on from the beginning
Then stormed the gates of Heaven for the loss

~~~*Lyrical Bridge*~~~
Since that day I've been stuck in a tornado...
Either flying high, or I'm ripping up the ground...
Prayers, and my love for God and Country...
Are the only sense of peace that I have found...
~~*~~

~~~*Chorus*~~~
I am a person
With my heart in my throat
There is no way
I'll ever know the pain
You survivors know
My Heart breaks for you
These are honest tears
Shed with all that's happened
For the past eighteen years
I'm sending Love and Prayers to you
Every Family that's forever broken
I wish I could take your pain away
So I just bow my head and pray
Sending Love in the only way
Possible for this person
~~*~~

World Trade Center Towers ,
United  Airlines Flight 175
United Airlines Flight 73
United Airlines Flight 93
American Airlines Flight 77 
The Pentagon
Armed Forces,
Firefighters,
Policemen and women,
From the first to the last Respondents!
For Every Soul Lost
Millions mourn
~~*~~

Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
Copyright © 2012  



I REALLY WANT TO...HATE HER

I was fishing on the Blackfoot river

When she stepped out of the trees

She had an inner-tube and a Hermes bag

Saw me, dropped them both, and screamed

I set down the pole, and I went to help her

I was just going to lend a hand

She gave me a look of pure disgust

Damn, I thought I was a handsome man

She said you  can  just  back  off  a  bit

I can handle this on my own

What are you doing lurking here

I want to spend some time alone

I said excuse me your Royal Majesty

But that would be my place right there

You’re trespassing on private property

And normally I wouldn't care

~~~*Chorus*~~~

Well…

She looked like a Goddess

Had a mouth like a Mother-in-law

Why is that her sweet little body is all I saw

Looking at her 

Standing there

Like she’s a perfect gift from nature

Oh man, I really want to…

I really want to…

Hate her

~~*~~

She stuck her pretty nose up in the air

While she reached into her fancy bag

Came out with a phone that I’m sure cost more

Than my dog, and my whole danged place

I really couldn't help it …I must admit

I laughed till I was leaking tears

She threw her phone at me when I told her girl

There is no reception here

~~~*Chorus*~~~

Well…

She looked like a Goddess

Had a mouth like a Mother-in-law

Why is that her sweet little body is all I saw

Looking at her 

Standing there

Like she’s a perfect gift from nature

Oh man, I really want to…

I really want to…

Hate her

~~*~~

I walked her back…to a Jag of black

It really wasn't very far

Then my ears caught fire from her sailor-mouth

She’d locked the keys in the car

I cursed my luck and headed for my truck

I just wanted to say goodbye

But frustration faded and the knight stepped up

When I heard that little beauty cry

I was a little leery as I returned

But she fell right into my arms

Sobbing can I please just come home with you

I know that you don’t mean me harm

So I took her hand, her pink and purple bag

And we headed back through the trees

That’s the story of 

How I met my Wife

God didn't waste no brains on me

~~~*Chorus*~~~

Well…

She looked like a Goddess

Had a mouth like a Mother-in-law

Why is that her sweet little body is all I saw

Looking at her standing there

Like she’s a perfect gift from nature

Oh man, I really want to…

I really want to…

Hate her

~~*~~

Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
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