Country Lovin'
Sindhia John

            Down in the country where the air is clean,
            There's a little lady I want for my queen.
            She's sweet, she's nice, but-boy-she's got grit,
            If you talk mean to her, you'll be covered in spit.

            Dancing in the moonlight-ah, how sweet,
            She jigs with the best of them, always to the beat.
            Swing her 'round and do-si-do, we'll dance until dawn
            But the hoedown in my heart will continue on.

            And cooking, man-oh-man, her skill isn't just luck;
            Too bad most of the meat was run over by her truck.
            You really can't tell once it's on the grill,
            Between your coon and possum-heck, both'll make you ill.

            But, shucks, this angel wishes me good riddance-
            Perhaps it's God's way of making me do penance.
            On top of that, my buddies, they all say I should resist her-
            After all, she IS my sister.

            ** The convention that inspired me was that of unrequited love.
            I also employed humor… "I Dare Not Seyn" from Chaucer to Spenser inspired that technique.