Looking for a valentine day poem

several years back in an editionof In-fisherman there was a Valentine day poem for the wife. does anyone remember it or know where i can get a copy of it.

I found this one but its not it:

Collards is green, my dogs name is Blue and I’m so lucky
to have a sweet thang like you.

Yore hair is like cornsilk a-floppimg in the breeze.
Softer than Blue’sand without all them fleas.

You move like the bass,which excite me in May.
You ain’t got no scales but I love you anyway.

Yo’re as satisfy’n as okry jist a-fry’n in the pan.
Yo’re as fragrant as “snuff” right out of the can.

You have some’a yore teeth, for which I am proud;
I hold my head high when we’re in a crowd.

On special occasions, when you shave under yore arms,
well, I’m in hawg heaven, and awed by yore charms.

Still them fellers at work,they all want to know,
what I did to deserve such a purdy, young doe.

Like a good roll of duct tape yo’re there for yore man,
to patch up life’s troubles and fix what you can.

You’re as cute as a junebug a-buzzin’ overhead.
You ain’t mean like those far ants I found in my bed.

Cut from the best cloth like a plaid flannel shirt,
you spark up my life more than a fresh load of dirt.

When you hold me real tight like a padded gunrack,
my life is complete; Ain’t nuttin’ I lack.

Yore complexion, it’s perfection, like the best vinyl sidin’,despite all the years, yore age,it keeps hidin’.

Me ‘n’ you’s like a Moon pie with a RC cold drank,
we go together like a skunk goes with stank.

Some men, they buy chocolate for Valentine’s Day;
They get it at Wal-Mart it’s romantic that way.

Some men get roses on that special day
from the cooler at Kroger, “That’s impressive,” I say.

Some men buy fine diamonds from a flea market booth.
“Diamonds are forever,” they explain, suave and couth.

But for this man, honey, these won’t do.
Cause yor’e too special, you sweet thang you.

I got you a gift,without taste nor odor,
More usefull than diamonds……

IT’S A NEW TROLL’N MOTOR!!!!