She look like and eagle but sound like a blood Hound

Love for the mountain Woman

She's a fine mix

This one eyed b***h

She looks like and eagle

But sounds like a blood hound

She's quit the mix

She is bald as and eagle

but blind as a bat

Has no sense of love

She don't know where to begin

Doesn't know which end is up

Or even when to show up

But I still call her my butter cup

Sun shining in her hair

All day long in the hills

Making moonshine whiskey

Keeping her daddy old business in line

She doesn't like the taste of fine wines

She is more of a vegetarian

Than a meat or stake eater

I will eat her vegetarian soul

She has her wicked ways about her

She tried them out on me

I didn't last two hours

She got the best of me

Her family traits are deeply rooted

She has a mean streak about her

Some would ask if she came from down below

Where there are no angels just nasty devils to call your own

Yes I agree

She look like an eagle

but sounds like a blood hound

And she will be mine till the day I die

Reviews

[Confuser]

Smitty: This is great; you made me laugh and the visual my goodness.....but it takes all kinds! Great writing once again, and I thank you so very much....Dale

[nazia]

OMG.. Eagle and Blood hound. I hope this is purely fictional lol :)
Loved the imagery :)

[Valentine]

Some lines are good, others stray very far from the subject. Valentine