Flasher Mac
There was an old hooker named Black,
She turned the air blue in Iraq,
In stilettos of ink
And her curlers of pink,
She flashed in her apricot mac.*
*Mackintosh (raincoat)
For Lisa’s Tickle me Pink contest
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2012
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