Helen and I talk fairly often. One of the things we have in common is this on-line dating. I have a few good stories but so does she. She shares with me one “advance” and, sorry, but it inspired me to write:
Buck and Merle are no longer alive. I should blow this town and hit the I-5. Carrots and almonds are too hard of work. Guitar picking is easier for this old turk. Oh Helen, Dear Helen can't you but see, How together we fit so perfectly. Oh Helen, Dear Helen don't make me guess, Sitting by my keyboard waiting for yes. So I set my sights on heading north. Doc said it would be without my horse. And my poor dog Bo, I no longer see. He disappeared at the truck stop in Weed. I finally arrived at this small town. Looking for true love, but where's it found. Fired up the ole laptop and went on-line. Hoping there would be one to find. Your profile caught my heart for sure. I read it three times to get all the words. You look so fine in that eye-talian dress. I'm sure you can look past my cowboy mess. We are a perfect match, we must meet. If not my heart will stop it's beat. I'll impress you, for sure I'm clever. We can hold hands and walk forever.
I consider this a country song. However, I don’t know when it will ever be complete because music is not one of my strengths.