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Ladies, make ‘em turn their heads.
Ladies, make him ask himself: “Is she really packing heat, or is she just aiming to see me?”
Kneel in church and the guy behind you will be all fired up.
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The tchotchke side of town
Bosom babe met the elephant
down by the merry-go-round.
Bosom babe asked the elephant
if he’d like to see the town?
Replied the red elephant
lifting his trunk high into the air,
“I’ve seen all I want to see
and much more than you care.”
She wondered what he meant
until she looked up high.
Then she spied her unmentionables:
dainty white against blue sky.
Let this be a lesson to you:
ladies don’t hang around
a shiny red elephant
from the tchotchke side of town.
– Photo by Brian Griffin; poem by David E. Booker
[Editor's note: Yes, this poem is Fourth of July suitable (pardon the pun). It mentions the colors red, white, and blue.]
First writer, pointing to his t-shirt: “See what it says?”
Second writer nods.
First writer: “It says, ‘will writer for food.'”
Second writer: “So whom are you going to write first?”
Whom will he try to write for food first? Will it work?