love, your ginger girl

a poem about evan stengel

you may be a ginger, a redneck, a hick, but I'm pretty sure you have a big dick.

 

I love your beer gut, your beard and red hair, excuse me I'm sorry, sorry I stare.

 

Evan I geuss we cannot be, but alas, my heart will never be free.

 

We could get drunk and screw all night, nurse our hangover, then we could fight.