Well, let me tell ya somethin’ about this “kiss begins with k” thing. Folks keep jabberin’ about it, like it’s some kinda big secret, ya know? Like if somethin’ starts with a “k,” then BAM! You get a kiss. Sounds like a bunch of hogwash to me, but hey, what do I know? I’m just an old woman.
I heard some folks sayin’ it’s all about them fancy jewelry stores, like that “Kay” place. They got this sayin’, “Every kiss begins with Kay,” or somethin’ like that. Now, I ain’t never stepped foot in one of them fancy stores, but I reckon they sellin’ shiny stuff to make the fellas look good. And the ladies, well, they like shiny stuff, don’t they? So maybe, just maybe, the fellas buy the shiny stuff, and then, they get a kiss. That’s what them city slickers like to think.
- But let me tell ya, a real kiss ain’t about no shiny rocks.
- It ain’t about no fancy letters neither.
- A real kiss is about feelin’ somethin’, ya know?
Like when your grandbaby gives you a sloppy wet one on the cheek, that’s a real kiss. Or when your dog licks your face, even though it ain’t always pleasant, that’s love, that’s a kinda kiss too, I guess. It ain’t got nothin’ to do with no “k” or no shiny necklace.
Now, these city folks, they like to complicate things. They make up all sorts of rules and rhymes and riddles. They got this “k” thing stuck in their heads, like it’s the most important thing in the world. But out here, where things are simple, we know better. A kiss is a kiss, no matter what letter it starts with, or what fancy store it comes from. If you love someone, you just give ‘em a kiss. Simple as that.
I heard someone sayin’ this “kiss begins with k” thing started way back when, like in the eighties or somethin’. Some fella in an office somewhere, probably wearin’ a suit and tie, he thought it up. And now, all these years later, folks are still talkin’ about it. Land sakes, seems like some folks got too much time on their hands. They oughta be out in the garden, pullin’ weeds or somethin’ useful.
And this Valentine’s Day, that’s coming up soon, I hear. That’s when all this “kiss begins with k” stuff gets real loud. The stores are full of hearts and flowers and all that mushy stuff. And the fellas, they’re all stressed out tryin’ to figure out what to buy to get a kiss. Poor fellas, they don’t know the secret. The secret is, just be kind, be yourself, and the kisses will come. No “k” needed.
I even heard some young whippersnappers on that internet thing, talkin’ about it. They got these places, like that “Showerthoughts” place, where they just say whatever pops into their heads. And some of ‘em were sayin’ this “kiss begins with k” thing don’t make no sense. Well, bless their hearts, they finally figured somethin’ out! Took ‘em long enough.
And then there’s the jokes, oh lordy, the jokes. Seems like every time someone makes a certain kind of noise, somebody else gotta say, “Every kiss begins with k.” I ain’t gonna repeat what kinda noise they talkin’ about, it ain’t polite. But it just goes to show ya, folks will make a joke outta anythin’. Even somethin’ that’s supposed to be sweet and romantic.
So, here’s my two cents on this whole “kiss begins with k” thing. It’s a bunch of hooey. Don’t let nobody tell you a kiss needs a special letter or a special price tag. A kiss comes from the heart, not from a jewelry store or a silly rhyme. It comes when you care about someone, when you want to show them you love ‘em. And that, my friends, is all there is to it.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go make some supper. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll give my old dog a kiss on the head, even though he ain’t got no “k” in his name. Because that’s what love is all about, plain and simple. No fancy letters, no shiny rocks, just plain old love.
