Glitz Ritz Splits Blitz Mitts
If you had a little glitz
You and I could do the splits,
In front of the Hotel Ritz
Did you just call me a ditz?
Come here and put up your mitts.
Do not care if Mom has fits.
Come and show me all your grits.
I will fight you with my wits.
Oh no, do not blame your blitz.
Up to you to do the splits.
Unless you want lots of hits
Meet me at the Hotel Ritz.
Cut me up in little bits?
Witnesses will laugh with spits.
Did you just call me a ditz?
Come here and put up your mitts.
Come on grandma, use your wits.
Kidding truly little ditz.
Cannot make Mom have such fits
And there is no Hotel Ritz
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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