John Q. Squiggles
John Q. Squiggles,
at the opera one eve
had a bad case of the wiggles.
He dug and he scratched. No relief in sight.
From the row behind there came giggles
Preparation H was unknown at that time.
And he felt he was being harassed
He jumped to his feet
ripped his pants on the seat
Then he was really em barrassed!
© Mar 06 2010 Charles Henderson
Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2010
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