Lazy days of summer are dun long gone
We sat in a creek on my pig farm till dawn
Oh the fun; spitting seeds under the stars
Between our toes, pond scum reeks in my barns
I have really liked you from a long time ago
When we were neighbors and friends and so
Hot apple pie we ate in the loft I will miss
Hoping no one would see you and me kiss
Winter is coming soon bringing white snow
If it gets hip deep then your car I’ll tow
A new rabbit coat for you is what I’ll buy
Then a squirrel I will kill and you can fry
Them heavy doors need big strong muscles
Soft winds need your cow-licked hair to tussle
You proved your love by gettin in bar fights
Don’t ever take off them hot stretchy tights
Yes it is your warm wet nose I dare to seek
Licking a boar hog is fun but You make me weak
I hope to switch underwear with you some day
If you wash my stinky socks, lots of money I’ll pay
If lovin you is right then I don’t want to be wrong
Come on over baby for some milk and Ding-Dongs
Honeysuckle breezes can’t dare to compare
Your sweet smell of loveliness I can hardly bare
Watermelon ripens on my vines real quick
Your ripe and you are fine my sweaty love hick
I look upon you as a little white dove and coo
If I break your heart I’ll fix it with some glue
In my big brown cow eyes is a terrible mist
You are the way coolest babe on my love list
Lightly you float around the room and dust
If I don’t get you soon baby I’m gonna bust
You’re just the nicest animal in the barn I see
I would never gut you or hang you in a tree
I want you to smell me; I’m like butter and jam
I will never leave you, not even for a big can of Spam
You taste and smell better than dancin gals in a bar
I can swap my old tractor for a nice used pinto car
I wanted you to know that I really liked you a lot
Please excuse me sweetie I gotta run out to the pot
Thirteen Sick Tasteless Classics, Part II is adult literature featuring adult language and situations that satirizes thirteen famous novellas and short stories. It is Jay Dubya's sixteenth ebook.