Too Much Frosting
Romance me with a cup of coffee
A sandwich of grilled cheese
I don’t need glitz and glam
I wear coveralls with worn knees
My hands are rough and cracked
A danger to fine cloth
Dress in denim and cotton
To me, that is fine enough
I have one blue suit
I wear it twice a year
Bib overalls are just
part of my work gear
Dad was not around very long
Exited when my Mother
put me to sleep
with a song
My mother and I lived plain
Ate potatoes that we grew
I don’t need a servant
Or someone to
keep the sofa warm
I need a woman
even without a perm
And we will be together
until age takes one of us away
Will you take a chance on me?
I’ll take a chance on you
Our proof that we are
right for each other
will be verified
when we hold hands.
As one of us breathes
our last breath
and is buried in the land.
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