If I sing you a redneck song,/
will you put on your Daisy Dukes and sing along?/
If I write you a song about the moon in your eyes,/
will you giggle and act surprised?/
Or will you rebel yell: “That’s just all sorts of wrong?!?”
Followed by:
For you, a limerick.
Because, what the heck,
you probably get a gazillion emails asking about you.
But did you ever get a limerick written just pour vous?
So my email could be unique … or a train wreck.