I meant didn’t
too early
On the Brink or on the blink?
I heard her Total Body Workout
had been given Chuck,
all because an ex in text as marshalls
attitude not giving…buck,
or was it millions given for settlement
when fuming acetone met the foam pads,
reduced to Raisinettes Christie’s assets
so an Orlon sweater never looked so sad?
And, swillin’ Frank’s hot sauce while flippin’ pages of trashy novels and airing out your toupee? Oh, I’d most certainly go with the ceramic model! I’d definately give up the sterno, too!
FatElmo! I’m suprised at you! Wanderin’ a stray eye to some post men-will-pause and gawk at bikini’d grandeur strumpet, when the doyenne of desirables, that radiant hope reminding us the June Will Come Out To Marlowe, that Siren of Cipher, Miss Crabtree, calls to the little rascal within you!
TW