Howdy Daisy May
Reply to Daisy May
Howdy all y'all. My name is Pig Sty and I'm in the can. My darn cousin Bobby Jo couldn't find the piddlin' keys to the truck in time for a getaway, so we heap got in' trouble.
I'm all torn up that my purdy sweet heart Daisy May has taken up with the Mayor. She wrote me a letter tellin' me so herself : To My Man in a Can. I ain't good with the writin' malarkey.
But for my beauty Daisy May, a man's gotta try, aren't he.
So here' my letter y'all. I shore do hope she reads it. Darn' it. Ah think Ah got somethin' in ma ah.
Howdy Daisy May!
Howdy Daisy May, I hear what you say
I’m dun hankerin' for our roll in the hay
I ain’t what you think; I’ve gone changed my way
Please do tell my boys, Tommy and Ray
I ain’t no longer cussin’ nor swearin’
Ever since I open'd my soul up and barin’
To the Jailhouse preacher who’s so darn’ carin’
Of this lowly creachur who’s been too darin’
You’re darn-tootin, I found God
I no longer hanker fishin’ for Cod
If you come by and give me a nod
I’ll pray daily ( for yer beautiful bod)
The Mayor’s more of a crook than me
He’ll say he’s fixin’ to go on a spree
Blowin’ ill gotten money all on thee
But he’s got more women than all ‘o Tennessee
In sickness and health, ashes to dust
Darn’ preacher tells me I shouldn’t lust
When I read your letter, darlin’ dearest
All I could think of was your double-D bust
Return to me, My Purdy li’l pet
I sho’ nuff is the best you gonna get
I tell thee I am filled with regret
Of bein’ this big, tall, scary preacher’s pet.
Please don’t go throw this away
I soon will be done in the can Daisy May
And when I'm done, I'm all jacked up
I'm right back with ya, to sup from yer cup.
Hugs/ Kisses/ and fondles.
© 2012 Mohan Kumar