Pee to the Tee
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Ode to a Cruiser
Oh, P.T.,
How you swept me Off my feet, out of my socks! It rocks To drive along in your arms. “Your body is a wonderland,” That’s what they said About Jennifer Love? Oh Heavens no! About putting on a glove Stretched tight on taut fingers Gripping the radius of Your Smooth Wheel. Junk in the trunk? You’ve that too, And room for a crew of sailors, Or a three-piece band (if they pack lightly). P.T. Are you with me? I forever am with you. Sporty yet stout, And the mileage is great! You go all night with no questions asked, No regrets, no remorse. And who gives a rip About the resale? Not me, For you are mine… Lest they pry you from my quivering grip. Charlton, had he synapses any longer, Would never allow. Nor shall I, Nor shall I.Leave a Comment
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