Bust Your Fanny, Annie
This here tale's 'bout a woman, name of Annie Barron
Like most female folk, she's kind and she's carin'
But the thing about Annie that veers from the plan
She's a whiz with her hands, as good as a man
She can fix almost anything, from computers to cars
Though you'll never find Annie drunk in a bar
She's busy helping friends not mechanically inclined
Not guzzling a six-pack or swilling sweet wine...
One hot day found Annie at work on an a/c
The temperature outside 'bout a hundred degrees
She felt for her client; she was busting her fanny
So characteristic of unpretentious Miss Annie
Then just as she fixed it, she clutched hard at her heart
She lay down for a minute; that was only smart
Cooled by the conditioner, Annie asked for a sweater
But gripped by the chills, she was not getting better
Annie's lips turned blue, her whole body a-shiver
What was the problem? What should they give her?
Of a sudden, she let out a pierce-the-air cry
Turned over once and proceeded to die!
Well, needless to say, people stood there, just shocked
Wasn't Annie the consummate handyman jock?
So, please note full well when you're busting your fanny
--- You'd be wise to recall the fate of Miss Annie
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2019
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