Country Honk Poem by Kollin Kennedy

I found a ballroom that went hard in Jackson,
And when in, Apollo had unison.
The Honky-Tonk was live from the record,
And the Budweiser was straight off the tap.
As He continued his course to his nap,
I felt myself with to break the record;
But once came in the Helen of Jackson,
I stopped my course to pursue her record.
I had my game with a gold bow in back:
Chopping a tongue to consider the sack,
But she rejected this to find another
And I went back to beer, or lemonade.
And as she went to find her Paris fur,
I couldn't drink her off for another.