Ballad of Love on the Bayou

PART 1: Good Ol' Hank

Lemme tell ya 'bout
good ol' Hank:
he was a cleanly man,
but he shore stank ~
not with alkihol,
or stinky arm pits,
but with love of a woman
-- an' she ain't no ditz!

Before I get too far
in this tale,
I've got a fish story ~
and it ain't no whale!
Don't roll yer eyes,
it ain't that bad:
it's how love had hooked
our dear lad...

Y'see, Hank spent days
trollin' for trout,
down on the bayou
with no one about ~
that's what he thought,
or so it seems,
'til he saw a vision
through mornin' sunbeams...

He'd bated his hook
with a big, fat worm,
then cast his line with
a skilled hand that's firm ~
and when it splashed
into the river
he saw a flash of beauty
that made him quiver...

He almost dropped his line,
but he didn't care ~
an angel appeared
like she came from nowhere...
"Howdy, ma'am,"
was all he could muster
'cause his heart had jumped
and was all a fluster.

She smiled so sweet,
and they got to talkin'
about this an' that ~
fishin' was forgotten...
Hank felt a tug,
but it wasn't his line:
he was feelin' smitten,
and his world was fine.

She came from the south,
(where they know how t'grow 'em)
the lovely Olivia...
But that's another poem!
So, y'all come back
for part number two
of this ballad of love
on the bayou!

PART 2: Miss Olivia

Now, Miss Olivia was not
an ordinary belle,
just take one look:
it's easy to tell.
A delicate beauty,
but not too prissy ~
don't mess with her
'cause she ain't no sissy!

Her hair was done
in loose flowing curls,
not no boo-font do
like them other girls.
No poofy dresses,
she loved blue jeans ~
she was far from "proper"
by any means.

Don't get me wrong,
our Miss ain't that shady ~
she enjoyed her life,
but she's still a lady.
Sunday mornings
she sang in the choir,
her voice made angels
dare to aspire.

One early morn
she went a strollin'
on the bayou where
she saw Hank a trollin'.
Olivia'd seen him before,
Hank, with his rod an' reel,
she liked his charm
and youthful appeal.

She tried peaking,
but stepped in sunlight ~
Hank had seen her,
his smile turned so bright!
She and Hank, they
hit things off so well,
like life-long friends:
who could tell?

She was a redneck girl,
born an' raised,
but when she looked at Hank
her eyes over-glazed
with love or affection ~
perhaps a li'l of each
(her heart began to soar
higher than she could reach).

More could be said,
but here's where they started ~
Olivia an' Hank
would soon ne'er be parted.
Smitten, for sure --
not one heart, but two!
This is their ballad of

love on the bayou.