Mudlick Holler Valentine's Day



Maw spent purty near half the night
Makin' the possum-squirrel pie;
It's kinda a tradition here
Every Valentine's Day--do or die.

She recollects how she first met Paw
On a cold day after a storm;
Paw was out in his pickup truck
Lookin' fer roadkill in the early morn.


He done come across two possums
Mushed flat by the semi trucks,
But that didn't stop ol' Paw
From gettin' down and scrapin' 'em up.

Maw had caught herself a squirrel,
A right plump one she recalls.
They baked their very-first pie,
and got hitched the following fall.


So every year Maw bakes her pie
And we all stuff and play,
Cuz my Maw first met my Paw
In the woods on Valentine's Day.

Dedicated to my Maw and my Paw


DaLovePoet

© 2001 Mike Diaz (All rights reserved)
2/12/01