Sunday, October 12, 2025

She Thinks My Tractor's Schleppy - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

She Thinks My Tractor’s Schleppy

 

Anyone who can hear “She thinks my tractor’s sexy”

With a teary eye of sentimentality

For a lost golden age of rural life

 

Da*ned sure didn't grow up on a farm

 

 

 

Cf. Kenny Chesney, “She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy,” lyrics by Jim Collins and Paul Overstreet.

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