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kscardfan
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What a perfect woman. She likes sports, loves the Cards , has a sense of humor, works out, she likes to drink,makes it easier to umm... , 
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, she's gotta be hot, I know about those pics. But none of those are the real reason why I proposed.
I'm heading off to golf, I'll reveal the truth of the matter when I get back.
Be home later Dear.
, , she's gotta be hot, I know about those pics. But none of those are the real reason why I proposed. I'm heading off to golf, I'll reveal the truth of the matter when I get back.
Be home later Dear.
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kscardfan
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Umm. Kansas. Shhhh.....Oh Lovey Dear, I have written a few more poems for you.
He is Just A Little Boy
He stands at the plate,
with his heart pounding fast.
The bases are loaded,
the die has been cast.
Mom and Dad cannot help him,
he stands all alone.
A hit at this moment,
would send the team home.
The ball meets the plate,
he swings and he misses.
There's a groan from the crowd,
with some boos and some hisses.
A thoughtless voice cries,
strike out the bum.
Tears fill his eyes,
the games no longer fun.
So open your heart
and give him a break.
For it's moments like this,
a man you can make.
Please keep this in mind,
when you hear someone forget.
He is just a little boy,
and not a man yet.
Mother May I Slug the Umpire?
Mother, may I slug the umpire
May I slug him right away
So he cannot be here, Mother
When the clubs begin to play?
Let me clasp his throat, dear mother
In a dear, delightful grip
With one hand, and with the other
Bat him several in the lip.
Let me climb his frame, dear mother,
While the happy people shout;
I'll not kill him, dearest mother
I will only knock him out.
Let me mop the ground up, Mother,
With this person, dearest do;
If the ground can stand it, Mother
I don't see why you can't, too.
Mother may I slug the umpire,
Slug him right between the eyes?
If you let me do it, Mother
You shall have the champion prize.
He is Just A Little Boy
He stands at the plate,
with his heart pounding fast.
The bases are loaded,
the die has been cast.
Mom and Dad cannot help him,
he stands all alone.
A hit at this moment,
would send the team home.
The ball meets the plate,
he swings and he misses.
There's a groan from the crowd,
with some boos and some hisses.
A thoughtless voice cries,
strike out the bum.
Tears fill his eyes,
the games no longer fun.
So open your heart
and give him a break.
For it's moments like this,
a man you can make.
Please keep this in mind,
when you hear someone forget.
He is just a little boy,
and not a man yet.
Mother May I Slug the Umpire?
Mother, may I slug the umpire
May I slug him right away
So he cannot be here, Mother
When the clubs begin to play?
Let me clasp his throat, dear mother
In a dear, delightful grip
With one hand, and with the other
Bat him several in the lip.
Let me climb his frame, dear mother,
While the happy people shout;
I'll not kill him, dearest mother
I will only knock him out.
Let me mop the ground up, Mother,
With this person, dearest do;
If the ground can stand it, Mother
I don't see why you can't, too.
Mother may I slug the umpire,
Slug him right between the eyes?
If you let me do it, Mother
You shall have the champion prize.
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planet planet
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Hey, ks, you're back from golf, what's the REAL reason you're proposing?kscardfan wrote:Umm. Kansas. Shhhh.....Oh Lovey Dear, I have written a few more poems for you.
He is Just A Little Boy
He stands at the plate,
with his heart pounding fast.
The bases are loaded,
the die has been cast.
Mom and Dad cannot help him,
he stands all alone.
A hit at this moment,
would send the team home.
The ball meets the plate,
he swings and he misses.
There's a groan from the crowd,
with some boos and some hisses.
A thoughtless voice cries,
strike out the bum.
Tears fill his eyes,
the games no longer fun.
So open your heart
and give him a break.
For it's moments like this,
a man you can make.
Please keep this in mind,
when you hear someone forget.
He is just a little boy,
and not a man yet.
Mother May I Slug the Umpire?
Mother, may I slug the umpire
May I slug him right away
So he cannot be here, Mother
When the clubs begin to play?
Let me clasp his throat, dear mother
In a dear, delightful grip
With one hand, and with the other
Bat him several in the lip.
Let me climb his frame, dear mother,
While the happy people shout;
I'll not kill him, dearest mother
I will only knock him out.
Let me mop the ground up, Mother,
With this person, dearest do;
If the ground can stand it, Mother
I don't see why you can't, too.
Mother may I slug the umpire,
Slug him right between the eyes?
If you let me do it, Mother
You shall have the champion prize.
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kscardfan
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Tis really quite simple.
She is smokin hot, funny, loves baseball, loves the Cards, and for what I can make of her here on the internet, she is really a sweet person. I treated her bad once with a pic of some fat ladies, so I feel obligated to make her day.
Ah shucks I can't lie.
It's about the food.
My Lovey is a healthy eater. By that I mean she eats healthy foods. I , on the other hand , am a grease Nazi. Ribs , Chops, Brats, Chicken, Fish, Steaks, Cheeseburgers, Chips and Salsa, and Yes, my Hot Wings. I would not have to worry about her eating up my goodies. I also like greasy hot donuts straight outta the Fryer. That was the clincher. The perfect woman!!!!
I will stay outta her exotic foods, she will leave my grease alone. That will go in the prenup.
Night Lovey Dear.
She is smokin hot, funny, loves baseball, loves the Cards, and for what I can make of her here on the internet, she is really a sweet person. I treated her bad once with a pic of some fat ladies, so I feel obligated to make her day.
Ah shucks I can't lie.
It's about the food.
My Lovey is a healthy eater. By that I mean she eats healthy foods. I , on the other hand , am a grease Nazi. Ribs , Chops, Brats, Chicken, Fish, Steaks, Cheeseburgers, Chips and Salsa, and Yes, my Hot Wings. I would not have to worry about her eating up my goodies. I also like greasy hot donuts straight outta the Fryer. That was the clincher. The perfect woman!!!!
I will stay outta her exotic foods, she will leave my grease alone. That will go in the prenup.
Night Lovey Dear.
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Bo Hart
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Doc, doc, be wise and deny the requst of K-S,
You'll follow in Darva Conger's footsteps, it will be a complete mess!
Perhaps you would want to try Winnie on for size?
I'm like a batch of crispy, fresh-out-of-the-oven cur-ly fries
He'll treat you like a pending-option left-handed bat,
I'm not shallow, I promise not to do stuff like that!
He's not a nice guy, I know this to be true,
Choose him and you'll forever be signin' the blues
I'm on my knee now, I'm pleading for your heart
Most momentus question I've asked since I pondered, "Target or K-Mart?"
I'm up at the plate, swinging for the fence
Please be my queen, in the kingdom where Sir Albert is prince!
You'll follow in Darva Conger's footsteps, it will be a complete mess!
Perhaps you would want to try Winnie on for size?
I'm like a batch of crispy, fresh-out-of-the-oven cur-ly fries
He'll treat you like a pending-option left-handed bat,
I'm not shallow, I promise not to do stuff like that!
He's not a nice guy, I know this to be true,
Choose him and you'll forever be signin' the blues
I'm on my knee now, I'm pleading for your heart
Most momentus question I've asked since I pondered, "Target or K-Mart?"
I'm up at the plate, swinging for the fence
Please be my queen, in the kingdom where Sir Albert is prince!
