Chapter 34 ~ So You Think it's HOT

So You Think it's HOT  Chapter 34 My Dear Canadian Buzzard I love you,  I do but sympathy my friend well Im afraid not for you You, my feathered friend It was my sweets you stole Now its time to pay and for the story to be told This claim you make not a poet to be well that gold pen awaits the best,  be it your or me On my last visit You said is was a bit hot Oh my Sweet Buzzard not feeing well??? Darlin what do you say lets kick up a notch Hmmm is that tale feathers smell??? If Ya cant take the heat get outta the kitchen for everybody knows the Mouth of the South is B***h'n So if you think it's uncle you will me cry On my sweet Sugar Britches use those singed feathers and fly Think Ill head back across the falls The Gold Pen waits with a southern call The Mouth of The South aka Donna DeLong Matthews June 2009 Disco Inferno Leroy Green