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| We were wondering, my friend and I, Exactly what we were. We’re definitely not city girls, Delicacy’s not our thing, We don’t place stock in fancy cars Or even diamond rings. And yet we ain’t completely rednecks, (though we like those dirty trucks) And we aren’t willing to go through fiery elements, Just to shoot a buck. I looked at her and she looked back, We both began to smile She told me to write this poem, And somehow I got beguiled! We’re “prissy rednecks”, A little bit of each, You want to know how? Well listen to me teach! We’re not afraid of camouflage, When hiking through the woods, But when we get back, hand us our makeup! We like the finer goods. |
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By Chelsea Peterson
| We love Toyota trucks, And engines that give roars, But let us decorate a house, It’ll be feminine to the core. Our favorite color’s pink, And that’s mostly what we wear, But when we’re camping we’ll gladly throw, A hat over our unruly hair. We’ll hike anywhere you send us, Just so long as we can breathe enough to talk, For heavens sake we’re still women! We must do SOMETHING while we walk. Yes, we are “prissy rednecks”, Can’t help but be this way, And Tivi, next time you want a poem, YOU’LL be writing it. Okay? |