Mardi Gras
I love to go to Mardi Gras
And see the girls cast off their bra
As if it were their sole faux-pas
In dancing through their last hurrah
I do not know just where they went
I can not guess what charms were Lent
But I suspect the knight was spent
In screwing odds they might repent
You're sure to hear old-timers say,
"Gather ye rosebuds while ye may"
But ashes mark the end of play
The fun begins on Judgment day!
Copyright © Rico Leffanta | Year Posted 2018
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