Off the Wall
When she wore a see through brassiere
It was the end of her whole career
So she wanted to try a new antic
And decided to be a body mechanic.
Why when you see a body like her's
She is the reason why a wreck occurs;
She even thought you used Morse Code
When you wanted to flush a load.
The load happened to be clothes instead
And finally after she had gone to bed
Now heaven she was soon to be sent
Until she wondered where the yellow went.
So everyone should surely know their place
And every evening after I have said grace
When I told my wife her !*?*! seems to small
She through me and my plate against the wall.
PS. The !*?*! was really steak. The other word
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