What Valentine's day means....to her....to him....

Her.......flowers and candy....Him.....bankruptcy and "sweet" lovins...maybe...if she don' t have an headache!

Her.....Cute little puppy.....Him...chewed up slippers!

Him.....sexy nightgown...Her ....three days of fat burners!

Him...Valentine pizza and his favorite sports show on the telly .....Her....utter boredom, bordering on near suicide!

Just lost your abilty to "think" point blank didn't ya!!!! The poor people of POE....

her...fancy perfume,,,,him..rash from an allergy...

him,,,,big thick steak...her green salad...lite dressing.

Her...fur coat......him....hunting magazine

Him...an "new" toy...her..an "new"  job

I know, to bad Denzil isn't here....tell us some of the things his given the Missus over the years for Valentine's Day. You suppose she ever gave him an fancy ash tray for those cigars of his? I had an lady "ex" boss one time that smoked the Lady's thin rolled ones at one time...everyone use to stare at her doing it though.

Bobo writes purty don't ya think...

Collards is green
my dog's name is Blue
and I'm so lucky
to have a sweet thang like you.

Yore hair is like cornsilk
a-flapping in the breeze
Softer than Blue's
and without all them fleas.

You move like the bass,
which excite me in May.
You ain't got no scales
but I luv you anyway.

Yo're as satisfy'n as okry
jist a-fry'n in the pan.
Yo're as fragrant as "snuff"
right out of the can.

You have som'a yore teeth,
for which I am proud;
I hold my head high
when we're in a crowd.

On special occasions,
when you shave under yore arms,
well, I'm in hawg heaven,
and awed by yore charms.

Still them fellers at work,
they all want to know,
what I did to deserve
such a purdy, young doe.

Like a good roll of duct tape
yo're there fer yore man,
to patch up life's troubles
and fix what you can.

Yo're as cute as a junebug
a-buzzin' overhead.
You ain't mean like those far ants
I found in my bed.

Cut from the best cloth
like a plaid flannel shirt,
you spark up my life
more than a fresh load of dirt.

When you hold me real tight
like a padded gunrack,
my life is complete;
Ain't nuttin' I lack.

Yore complexion, it's perfection,
like the best vinyl sidin'.
despite all the years,
yore age, it keeps hidin'.

Me 'n' you's like a Moon Pie
with a RC cold drank,
we go together
like a skunk goes with stank.

Some men, they buy chocolate
for Valentine's Day;
They git it at Wal-Mart,
it's romantic that way.

Some men git roses
on that special day
from the cooler at Kroger.
"That's impressive," I say.

Some men buy fine diamonds
from a flea market booth.
"Diamonds are forever,"
they explain, suave and couth.

But for this man, honey,
these won't do.
Cause yo're too special,
you sweet thang you.

I got you a gift,
without taste nor odor,
more useful than diamonds...

It's a new trollin' motor!!

Bobo is such a romantic!!! 

Well I just had to post this picture here...does everybody see what I see?

Picture by Sue Bristo

Too bad it didn't have an arrow thru it!! LOL!