Off the Wall

Off the Wall When she wore a see through brassiere It was the end of her whole career So she wanted to try a new antic And decided to be a body mechanic. Why when you see a body like her's She is the reason why a wreck occurs; She even thought you used Morse Code When you wanted to flush a load. The load happened to be clothes instead And finally after she had gone to bed Now heaven she was soon to be sent Until she wondered where the yellow went. So everyone should surely know their place And every evening after I have said grace When I told my wife her !*?*! seems to small She through me and my plate against the wall. PS. The !*?*! was really steak. The other word has six letters. jthorn556@atmc.net