Not long ago country singer Jerry Jeff Walker and the group Confederate Railroad recorded a song titled "Trashy Women" which is the inspiration for this rhyme which is, incidentally, like all my poetic efforts, fictional.
I met this cute girl while on business in a small country town in the south.
I decided to ask her out although potty words spewed from her mouth.
We went to an afternoon movie–something about a Terminator.
She spit out her chaw of tobacco and put it into her purse for later.
The girl had some rough edges.
I took her to a fine restaurant to dine on some elegant cuisines.
What did she order? Barbedcued ribs and a side dish of pork and beans.
We finished our dinner and then over iced tea we did linger
When she felt a big one coming on and asked the waiter to pull her finger.
She’s going to need a little work.
Now, I’m not particularly classy–just a regular guy raised on a farm
But she takes the cake although I’m sure that she really doesn’t mean harm
But her choice of words were, well….it was all I could do not to slap her
When she asked the maitre’d for all to hear, “Hey, buddy, where’s the girl’s crapper?”
This isn’t going well at all.
Well, I can’t her home to my mama but I think she’s worth trying to save.
I’m going to teach her some manners like using all five fingers to wave.
Anyone can become more urbane and she’s no exception I’m sure.
Why heck, just last week I convinced her it’s better to say bull manure.
She’ll come along. Give me a little time.
Fun and funny 
Reminds me of someone I know hahaha 
LMAO! Great one, Ken! I think she’ll do fine in the end. Just give her time.
very funny ha ha Thanks for sharing
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