The Reality Poet
The Red-Neck Fairy Tale
By: Samantha Fitzgerel
Her knight in tarnished Armour
his horse, a pick-up truck
no chain mail, just a flannel shirt
loosely tucked over his beer gut
He'll never slay a dragon,
but he's had to kick a dog
his sword, a trusty rifle
his shield, a rusty dodge
His feast consists of moon pies
and lots of fried baloney
at night when his lonely heart cries
he says "get on over hea' honey"
When the people drive by his castle
they sometimes stop and stare
he'll just go back into his trailer
and live his red-neck fairy tale
copyright 2005 The Reality Poet
therealitypoet@gmail.com
Her knight in tarnished Armour
his horse, a pick-up truck
no chain mail, just a flannel shirt
loosely tucked over his beer gut
He'll never slay a dragon,
but he's had to kick a dog
his sword, a trusty rifle
his shield, a rusty dodge
His feast consists of moon pies
and lots of fried baloney
at night when his lonely heart cries
he says "get on over hea' honey"
When the people drive by his castle
they sometimes stop and stare
he'll just go back into his trailer
and live his red-neck fairy tale
copyright 2005 The Reality Poet
therealitypoet@gmail.com
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The Red-Neck Fairy Tale
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