Perfect 10
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She was a 10
At my favorite pub and a few shots of gin
Heads turned as she walked in
Dolly’s blonde sister, a perfect 10
I played my cards and played them right
She left with me that spring night
Up to her apartment we did go
Off came the wig she gave it a throw
Not so fine, maybe a nine
Out of the mouth came her upper plate
Oh gosh! Not even an eight
Away when the dress I could see more
She had bought those forty-four D's at a store
Five at the most was her score
Eyelashes, contacts, and makeup removed revealed a face
I was so scared I was looking for my mace
It was when her girdle hit the floor
I couldn't stand it and ran out the door
Back to the pub I've never been
Because a 10 is not always a win
© 7/20/2015
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2015
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