Queen of Kudzu
By: Angela Gillaspie © January 2003
I hail from the South, as y'all can tell,
Tipping cows and gigging frogs, spittin' in a pail.
I'm the Queen of Kudzu!
I love NASCAR and save bacon grease,
Swat away June Bugs as I pick a fat peach.
My backyard has four half-nekkid younguns
Digging in the red clay, fighting over wild onions.
I'm the Queen of Kudzu!
I swim in a spring - I swim in a crick
I've even been known to taste a salt lick.
I sit on the front porch, rocking in the twilight,
Crickets and cicadas saw - I love the music of night.
Below the moon, I've run nekkid through the corn
Just 'cause I could - there's no need for scorn.
I'm the Queen of Kudzu!
I wear a lightning bug ring,
Go fishing for cats and love to hear Elvis sing.
I love Jesus and pray many times a day
His promise is true - I try to live His way.
I'm the Queen of Kudzu!
I watch the snow fall on the pines,
Then rush to buy milk and bread down at the five-and-dime.
I fry my chicken, taters, okra, and cornbread,
Roll out my biscuits - my family is well fed.
I pick poke salet and kudzu too,
Cook 'em up with fat back and will serve them to you.
My gravy is chocolate, tomato, Sawmill, and red-eyed
I'm the Queen of Kudzu - on a John Deere I ride!
Stay tuned for more SouthernAngel's redneck poetry!