That's my Bud!

Sexy and smart – and clever! And how clever a pupil you are, darlin’! Ya found me! Perfecto! ‘xactly the color I was fishin’ fer – you’d pass wit’ flyin’ colors jest fer that alone, but wit’ all ‘at extra credit googlin’, why the Deanie of this esteemed institution’s hereby bestowin’ upon ya a veritable Elmer Ph.ud. in the Theory and Practice of Oral Communicatin’, not t’mention Deanie Lovin’! My gosh, that dun even take int’account all that whistle wettin’ – looks t’me like a knighthood’s a-comin’ down the pike! Which is the natchul progression o’thangs fer a gennelman farmer, I reckon…Sir Bud…speakin’ o’ which, wut a relief t’hear you ain’t one o’those low-down, dirty scallawags! ‘Cuz I dunno which is more shot-puttin’, a physician or a musician. Nope, no dis’pointment a’tall. In fact, I love a good mystery, somethin’ t’really sink my chops into. As far as havin’ things in common, that’s one thing we got, my darlin’ Bud. Why, I’m even shy of comin’ here - sumtimes I’d much rather call out, “Bud E!” than write anythin’ – and I will, too jest as soon as I find ‘at number, dangit. Y’see, it kinda rusted thro’ disusin’ an’ made its way to the bottom of a bottlo’bargain scotch. Jest kiddin, sweet-heart. That’s our ol’friend tee waits rearin’ ‘is froggyhead. But jest as soon as I zero in on it, I’ll pay ya a call. Kinda like I did when my friends drove me out to our farm that day – ‘member, the sundress, hat and pearls? There y’were all dusty an’ hot. Lean, mean an’ trim hot. Coulda had me right there if’n it weren’t fer a certain pizza waitress. But I think I’d wanna seize ya in a tux first. You would make fer the best fit – ‘cuz the rougher the better lookin’ in one. It’s the heterogeneity ‘ats sooo sexy, if’n ya know what I mean. An’ darlin’, I thought ya dropped outta college, but no matter. I unnerstand, I do. A sissy school like Yale kin be one heck of a challenge fer a real man like my darlin’ Bud, who’d rather work wit’ ‘is hands. Speakin’ o’thangs manly, y’know, jest fer fun, I googled ya too, an’ know wut I turned up? BudK (knives), Bud Life (weed) and Bud Light (beer). (An’ speakin’ o’beer, jest wut color is puce anyways??) Well, darlin’, this here missive was a bit meanderin’, but, like this Gill fella says, my love fer you runs straight from my heart to yourn!

There’s no need to hide anything
Baby, just know what you bring
Will always be enough
All of those things that you do
Are the reasons I fell for you
And why, I believe in us

Baby, let’s shoot straight from our heart
We’ll never miss our mark
Baby, always shoot straight from our heart
Let truth be the path that we choose
There ain’t no way we can lose
Baby, we’ll always shoot straight from our heart