The finest "time" I ever had was with a farm girl.
She was mine and oh so fine! YESSIRREEE!
A shade taller than me, hey! That's cool! I like to slow dance.
A bit larger than me....I never got cold!!
A few years older than me...but ya know the song, "Older-Women". Umm-hmm!
It ended late one night...she'd spent the day pullin' calves.
And I'd ended my shift at the tinker-toy factory. (Not really, just a comparison)
She was a bit tired and cranky. Me?? Hey! I was young, and dumb, and ***** ya know the rest.
We were "gitten-along" when her door-bell rang!! 'Uh-Oh..'
I pondered many thoughts as she launched my butt through the air like a water balloon.
Most importantly, "How bad is this gonna hurt when I finally land?"
Nearly as important, "Geez, I hope it ain't her three brothers, again!"
I hadn't healed-up completely from our last meeting.
She sure was special.
Grumpy