St. Valentine's Day

Remember to make that phone call, buy that card and those flowers, book
that dinner reservation.....

(and all for reasons other than those passes you're going to be wanting
during the Green Drake hatch... g)

JR

OBROFF:

Come live with mee, and bee my love,
And wee will some new pleasures prove
Of golden sands, and christall brookes,
With silken lines, and silver hookes.

There will the river whispering runne
Warm'd by thy eyes, more than the Sunne.
And there the'inamor'd fish will stay,
Begging themselves they may betray.

When thou wilt swimme in that live bath,
Each fish, which every channell hath,
Will amorously to thee swimme,
Gladder to catch thee, than thou him.

If thou, to be so seene, beest loath,
By Sunne, or Moone, thou darknest both,
And if my selfe have leave to see,
I need not their light, having thee.

Let others freeze with angling reeds,
And cut their legges, with shells and weeds,
Or treacherously poore fish beset,
With strangling snare, or windowie net:

Let coarse bold hands, from slimy nest
The bedded fish in banks out-wrest,
Or curious traitors, sleavesilke flies
Bewitch poore fishes wandring eyes.

For thee, thou needst no such deceit,
For thou thy selfe art thine owne bait;
That fish, that is not catch'd thereby,
Alas, is wiser farre than I.

-------
The Baite -- John Donne

"JR" wrote in message
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Remember to make that phone call, buy that card and those flowers, book
that dinner reservation.....
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Today is my 30th wedding anniversary. I planned it in order to save big
bucks over the years but combining two romantic holidays into one G.
Doesn't seem like 30 years has gone by -- they have been good years sharing
my life with a great person. Here is to you, Debbie may the warranty run
another 30 and we always have tight lines together!

Always your Chris

This poem was NOT in my wife's card...

Collards is green
my dog's name is Blue
and I'm so lucky
to have a sweet thang like you.

Yore hair is like cornsilk
a-flapping in the breeze
Softer than Blue's
and without all them fleas.

You move like the bass,
which excite me in May.
You ain't got no scales
but I luv you anyway.

Yo're as satisfy'n as okry
jist a-fry'n in the pan.
Yo're as fragrant as "snuff"
right out of the can.

You have som'a yore teeth,
for which I am proud;
I hold my head high
when we're in a crowd.

On special occasions,
when you shave under yore arms,
well, I'm in hawg heaven,
and awed by yore charms.

Still them fellers at work,
they all want to know,
what I did to deserve
such a purdy, young doe.

Like a good roll of duct tape
yo're there fer yore man,
to patch up life's troubles
and fix what you can.

Yo're as cute as a junebug
a-buzzin' overhead.
You ain't mean like those far ants
I found in my bed.

Cut from the best cloth
like a plaid flannel shirt,
you spark up my life
more than a fresh load of dirt.

When you hold me real tight
like a padded gunrack,
my life is complete;
Ain't nuttin' I lack.

Yore complexion, it's perfection,
like the best vinyl sidin'.
despite all the years,
yore age, it keeps hidin'.

Me 'n' you's like a Moon Pie
with a RC cold drank,
we go together
like a skunk goes with stank.

Some men, they buy chocolate
for Valentine's Day;
They git it at Wal-Mart,
it's romantic that way.

Some men buy fine diamonds
from a flea market booth.
"Diamonds are forever,"
they explain, suave and couth.

But for this man, honey,
these won't do.
Cause yo're too special,
you sweet thang you.

I got you a gift,
without taste nor odor,
more useful than diamonds...
IT'S A NEW TROLLIN' MOTOR!!!

On 15 Feb 2005 08:08:20 -0800, "sideshowhaas"
wrote:

This poem was NOT in my wife's card...


Why not? One would assume that anyone who could write that would have
a wife with a good hearty sense of humour. Sometimes a husband who
can make you laugh is a better bet than one who's too couth and
courtly.

Cyli
r.bc: vixen. Minnow goddess. Speaker to squirrels.
Often taunted by trout. Almost entirely harmless.

http://www.visi.com/~cyli
email: lid (strip the .invalid to email)

"Cyli" wrote in message
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On 15 Feb 2005 08:08:20 -0800, "sideshowhaas"
wrote:

This poem was NOT in my wife's card...


Why not? One would assume that anyone who could write that would have
a wife with a good hearty sense of humour. Sometimes a husband who
can make you laugh is a better bet than one who's too couth and
courtly.
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Cyli, my dear mother-in-law once asked my wife why she married me in the
first place? (A kind and gentle soul, my dear mother-in-law G) Because
he makes me laugh! was the reply.

Chris

"Padishar Creel" wrote in message
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"JR" wrote in message
...
Remember to make that phone call, buy that card and those flowers, book
that dinner reservation.....
---------
Today is my 30th wedding anniversary. I planned it in order to save big
bucks over the years but combining two romantic holidays into one G.
Doesn't seem like 30 years has gone by -- they have been good years
sharing
my life with a great person. Here is to you, Debbie may the warranty run
another 30 and we always have tight lines together!

Always your Chris

Congratulations, and another 30 to boot.