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During Summer, exactly at eight o'clock
Fred's chiming ice cream  truck 
came down my busy block...
it was time to do the Playboy's Rock!


I began the chorus of a very funny song with perfect rhyme,
" The shortest ones in front of the yellow line,
then the tallest ones behind those with cheeks of color wine; 
each one of you must name a favorite ice cream that costs a dime! "


" Ah, Ah " was their reply to my request,
 I replied with a bitter, disappointed voice,
" That's how you react being a guest?
Once you refuse to name it, no second chance! "


" To get your free ice cream, kiss me as the Beauty kissed the Beast! "
and say, " Thank you! Aren't you a boy so charming and sweet? "
Come on pretty girls, sing the Playboy's Rock...the same way Elvis
sang, " Jailhouse Rock! " swinging frantically his skinny feet!


9/ 9/ 2012

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