Wednesday, June 1, 2011
I'm Parting Ways With This Yankee
It's over between us, Yankee. You stink. You make my head throb instead of my heart. You seemed so promising too when I first laid eyes on you in a Cracker Barrel store. I've tried to hang in there and give you a chance before I ended things. But you smell like rancid Pledge furniture polish instead of sweet 'Country Lemonade' like I hoped. I'm not saying it's you, but I know it's not me. Maybe it's just bad timing. If the phone doesn't ring, it's probably me. Chow Yankee!