SOME KIND OF RED DATE

Written by: nette onclaud


When Kate arrived in a dipped red frock Her date’s toupee flew off, black from shock; When asked, “you’re really bald?” His face whitened and stalled, “I’m comic you see, one of my props.” A mouse at dinner poked the blondish chick Aghast was she; pink face grew sick. Guy planned a witty threat Stuffed wig on Kate’s cream breast; Then meowed at the rat until it squeaked. Lisa Cooper’s Tickle Me Contest