Priority Male

She walked into the post office, boots clickin' on the floor,
A letter in her hand and a smile they don’t ignore.
The clerk looked up and asked her, “Ma’am, you need a stamp.”
She said, “Well honey, I’ve got that covered,” with a giggle and a vamp.

She ran her tongue across the envelope,
That boy near dropped his pen.
He said, “So how should I send this?”
She grinned and said again—

Priority Male, straight to your door,
Special delivery, can’t ask for more.
Signed, sealed, and kiss-approved,
Guaranteed to make you move.
No tracking number needed, you’ll know when I arrive—
Priority Male, comin’ in live!

Now she’s got his heart racin’, like a Friday night rodeo,
That letter just a decoy for the real star of the show.
She said, “I’m lookin’ for a cowboy who don’t mind settin’ sail—
Next stop: Love town, on the wings of Priority Male.”

Now she ain’t playin’ hard to get,
She’s just mailin' her intent.
Cupid’s arrow in lipstick red,
And here’s the message she sent—

Priority Male, right to your heart,
First-class feelings, not Walmart cart.
Wrapped in denim, dipped in charm,
She’ll light your fire, ring your alarm.
Return receipt requested, with a little southern style—
Priority Male, delivered with a smile!

Postmark says “From the heart,”
Destination: your front yard.
She’s a stampede wrapped in lace,
Sending love all over the place!

Priority Male, he’s lucky that’s true,
Next time she writes, it might be you.
So fellas, listen, don’t be slow,
If she stamps your name, you better go!
'Cause once she sends her love your way—
You’re the Priority Male of the day!

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Writer: HL Shields