Then she met a farmer named Bruce.
He stared when she served him some juice.
He said, "My Goodness, my dear..
What are you doing here?"
He let out with the love-call of a moose.
Dawn felt her heart melt like butter
All she could do was stutter.
They went out on a date
She got home VERY late!
And never a word did she utter.
They married later that spring.
Her attitude meant not a thing.
See Bruce wasn't thrown,
He was as deaf as a stone.
And she treated him just like a king.
By Swampetta (SWAMPETTA@aol.com)