Hey Michael Aday…come on out and play!
Got a mountain of taters just a waitin’.
I’ve got the gravy, and all of the…asides.
No sense running from the woman.
They say that the way to a man’s heart is thru his tummy,
and I’m here to tell ya, I got somethin’ real yummy.
A wordsmith…a wordsmith…a wordsmith.
copyright 2006 kb mcanelly
Geeze. I need to watch my errors. Spellcheck…oops.