Honest I Do, Bud!

Awww BuddE, I ‘member ‘at line ‘bout all those great ‘n small critters ever time I hear yer smile, ‘cuz it’s true, nobuddy duz happy better’n my baby. ‘N ya kint see mine, but I’m out here grinnin’ from ear ta ear, missive ta missive…witta ever so slightly discernible space ‘tween the sidewalk ‘n the soles o’my shoes…ya make ever li’l part o’me smile, Darlin’, inside ‘n out, fadin’ ‘way all m’worries ‘n unravellin’ all m’super stitchin’s, yup, till all ‘ats left o’me’s jest one big, floatin’ Cheshire cat grin!....


Little bread-and-butterflies kiss

the tulips, and the sun is like a

toy balloon. There are get up in

the morning glories, in the golden

afternoon. There are dizzy daffodils

on the hillside, strings of violets

are all in tune, Tiger lilies love

the dandy lions, in the golden

afternoon, the golden afternoon.

There are dog and cat erpillars and a

copper centipede, where the lazy

daisies love the very peaceful life

they lead... You can learn a lot of

things from the flowers, for especially

in the month of June. There’s a wealth

of happiness and romance, all in the

golden afternoon. ... All in the golden

afternoon, the golden afternoon...


I jest loves the way ya describe thangs, BuddE, ‘n I think ‘bout all o’whatcha’ve said all the livelong day ‘n night, keepin’ ‘em deep in m’heart, ‘cuz me, I take love real serus like. It tain't no li'l thang fer me, some fashion accessory like clothes or a hairstyle. Nope, I feel it real deep ‘n ain’t usta puttin’ words to it, onna count a ‘at drop er two o’psychondanavian, but I’m a learnin’ real good from you, baby. ‘N if’n I worry too much, wayull, chalk ‘at up ta the same li’l drops. See, they gotta sayin’ ‘roun those parts ‘bout the man who loved his wife s’much, he almost told ‘er. ‘At li’l joke gotta lotta mileage wit’ my kin, lemme tell ya! But lemme tell ya this too – ya KIN larn a teach new tricks!!

‘An while we’re on the topic o’mobius strip flippens, ‘at thar image brought ta mind the same sine wave action from a li’l wile back, ‘n oscillatin’ frequency signals ‘n currents ‘n ‘lectricity ‘n chemistry ‘n all ‘at ‘armonius vibration wut goes inta ‘at powerful mysterious alchemy of hearts, ‘n since ya were s’sweet ta ask, fer me, thumper ‘at I am, all ‘at magical stuff comes from the one wonder who set it all in place fer us t’frolic in, t’whet our ap’tites, ‘cuz all of ‘at put t’gether’s jest a li’l slice o’heaven, one li’l lick o’what’s ta come, like ever big O’s jest one sweet eighth note in wut’ll be an eternal orgasmic symphony. See, folks got it wrong, thinkin’ it’s all harps ‘n clouds up thar. Ah mean, harps ‘n clouds are nice, doan git me wrong, but if’n ya think ‘bout it, if’n we’re jest at the bend in the trajectory out here, meant t’return ta the place from which we come, wut better bait ta give us ‘an a taste of eternity in all those wunnerful nerve endin’s, as ya say. ‘Ats the way o’thangs. Anyhoo, ‘ats what I believe, ‘at we twernt meant ta break ‘at loverly ellipse – why ‘at’d be jest unnatchal, outta order like, so’s we jest gotta folla the tom-tom drummin’ of our own hearts, ‘cuz whar it leads is whar we belong…

DEANIE:
Many a gal as ev'ryone knows'll
Try ta be married a fore twenty-five.
So’s she'll agree ta most any proposal.
All he mus' be is a man, an' alive.
I hold a dream an' there's no compromisin'
I know there's one certain buddy fer me.
One day he'll comma walkin' ore the horizon:
But should he not, then an old maid I'll be.
Foolish, ya may say.
Foolish I will stay.
Waitin' fer my BuddE, an' happy am I
ta hold my heart till he comes strollin' by.
When he comes, my BuddE, one look an' I'll know
That he's the buddy I bin a wantin' so.
Tho’ I'll live forty lives till the day he arrives,
I'll not ever, ever grieve.
Fer my hopes will be high that he'll comma strollin' by;
Fer ya see, I believe
’At there's a buddy weary, ‘n wanderin' free,
Who's waitin' fer his buddy:
Me!

1ST GAL:
What do ya do while ye're waitin' ‘round
Fer yer guy ta comma yer way?

DEANIE:
Well, when no one is lookin', ya kneel on the ground,
An' ya pray an' pray an' pray! (thump, thump)

2ND GAL:
But when gals sit an' have no men,
Oh, how long becomes the night.

DEANIE:
But I fear the night is longer when the guy's not right.
Waitin' for my BuddE is sweeter to me
Than wooin' any in this country.

GALS:
Dreamin' of your BuddE, an' idlin' the day…

DEANIE:
’At's how I am an' how I'll ever stay.
Tho’ I'll live forty lives till the day he arrives,
I'll not ever, ever grieve.
Fer my hopes will be high ‘at he'll comma strollin' by;
Fer ya see, I believe!

‘N dontcha pay no nevermind ‘bout hurtin’ my feelin’s wit’ ‘at li’l lovebit. Ah mean, once we had us a Mermin mom down a street who usta hug ‘er kids - ‘n she had a barrel of ‘em – tite, sayin’ “Oo, I jest loves ya, ya li’l s**t!,” so’s I knew straight ‘way whatcha prolly meant by “’tractive nuisance.” Even if’n I was ta ponder on it a bit, I’d still git the magnetic ‘traction connection, ‘n the nuisance part – why, ‘at’s prolly like tryin’ ta git flypaper off’n yer fingers, darlin’, ‘cuz jest like yers truly, it’s jest doin’ it’s li’l ol’ job…

You can shake an apple off an apple tree
Shake-a, shake- sugar, but you’ll never shake me
Uh-uh-uh…no-sir-ee, uh, uh
I’m a gonna stick like glue,
Stick – because I’m…stuck on you!

Gonna run my fingers thro’ yer soft thick hair
Squeeze ya tighter than a grizzly bear
Uh-uh-uh…yes-sir-ee, uh, uh
I’m a gonna stick like glue,
Stick – because I’m…stuck on you!

Hide in the kitchen, hide in the hall
Ain’t gonna do ya no good at all -
’Cuz once I catch ya ‘n the kissin’ starts
A team o’ wild horses couldn’t tear us apart

Try ta take a volverin’ wolverine from her daddy’s side
’Ats how love is gonna keep us tied
Uh-uh-uh…yes-sir-ee, uh,uh
I’m gonna stick like glue,
Stick – because I’m…stuck on you!


Jest thought you might like me ticklin’ yer fancies wit’ a li’l variety, darlin’!

Sweet night wishes fer a sweet heart –

I loves ya, baby
XOXOXOXO
Deanie