Miss Otis Regrets She's Unable To Lunch Today

“Miss Otis Regrets she’s unable To Lunch Today” He tried to dance a tango; but she preferred a waltz; He served a new fandango; but she cures her meats in salts. When the lady got her stockings; in some kind of bunch; The fellow took them off for her; and served them up for lunch. So he rolled it in a wrapper; something made of corn; It was very neat and dapper; thus a Southwest dish was born. Did the fellow get too quip; and the lady took an issue; And the man was troubled at the toilet; because there was no tissue. When her nose got out of joint; conversations were a mess; So he suggested that they stop; and give that crap a rest. He said I’ll see you latter; she asked him to hang on; She reminded him of Dark Vader; when just like that was gone. Perhaps he lacks respect; maybe she’s too pent; Maybe he’s to brazen; perhaps she likes to vent. It was such a load of do-do and it smelled like methane gas; I guess that’s how it goes my friends; when youngsters have such sass.