You're My Bovine

There’s so many names to call you my darling to let you know how I care for you--like sugar lips and pumpkin bread or sweetie pie or other tasty things that don’t make too much sense. (Oh no they don’t make too much sense, no, no, no.)

To change the topic for a sec, my friend and I are away at camp just enjoying God’s own Artistry. So we play a game where everyday we have to come up with something to say in the form of a tune. That’s right, I’ve got to quickly write this song, and it doesn’t have to be too long, but a certain word must be in at least one line. So to let you know that I miss you so, and to let you know that I’m glad you're mine please take no offense to the pet name I know submit:

You’re my bovine. I’m so glad that you’re mine. Woman, you so fine. You’re my bovine.

All these pet names are derived from confections, but I now submit my objections. Sugar lips or pumpkin bread simply won’t suffice. You’re the meat, the steak that makes living extra nice. So if you really don’t like this song I apologize, but--

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