City girl always
dresses for dinner,
has drinks at six
at a cafe
by the river.
Country girl still
cooks biscuits
and gravy each
Sunday morning for
breakfast with family.
Come live here
in the big metroplex
City Girl pleads
to her rustic
relative.
We’ll dance ’til dawn,
and see the sights
chitchat with
politicians and rich
socialites.
No thanks, said the
Country Girl, I’m
happy out here,
but you come see me
and we’ll share a beer.
I’ll fry up a chicken
with all of the fixings
then we’ll sit on
the porch and solve
all the world’s issues.
I think I’ll pass,
City Girl said
I don’t think I’m
suited for a life
that’s so bland.
Praying for Eyebrowz 