Why I Love Hovers

She pushes me,
That`s what I love.
She gets louder,
I just speak above.

She is quite noisy,
And always has wind.
But really puts out,
If she is pinned.

I`ve seen her blow,
The down from a duck.
Then not mind riding,
In the back of the truck.

She`s never complained,
When I give her gas.
Will sit there and wait,
While I catch a bass.

For just ten bucks,
We`ll play for an hour.
She never argues,
With me for power.

When I say enough,
She sits and waits.
When I say run,
Breaks into a gait.

The only thing,
That really hurts,
I always have to,
Mend her skirts.
     Mike

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Robaker44   |2010-02-02 15:21:22 I can't beleive your wife let's you talk about her that way. Rob

Northern Hover   |2010-02-02 13:52:06 Funny everytime I read it Mike! great peice!

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