there was this gal in the neighbourhood
who liked to take her vitamins
her hubby lived on real food
and did not cater to her whims
they kept a chevy in the garage
the window cranked to open wide
so the cat could climb into the
fuselage
and nab those mice with feline pride
they'd drive that chevy to the ice
cream shack
on saturday nights with smoke white
black
that straight old six would sputter
them back
from a schmooze in the park enjoying
their snack
that wonder bar radio would squawk like
a finch
to drown out the clinking from all
those plugged lifters
cause this old car was unmarred by a
wrench
though the ashtray was emptied to
discourage the sifters
the three on the column would often get
stuck
so under the hood they would quickly
take cover
to wiggle the linkage with a few words
like 'uck'
with the irate line up just wanting to
shove'er
the rest of the week they both acted
all normal
chevy hid from view in the garage with
the cat
to work they would go dressing really
so formal
this gal and her hubby they knew where
it was at
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