P D How Foxxy Is She

What in the world is she gonna do A trip made to the Atlanta zoo The white silver back Might cut her some slack And teach her more than a thing or two Too late she found out how amorous Apes are for not being glamorous A week in his sack Her sacroiliac Wished he was a duck billed platypus On the way home she stopped for a bite She washed up in the room on the right As she walked out the door There on the marble floor T. P. trailed up her dress out of sight Foxxy lady I think you have to know You seem to make a hit as you go The owner will not mind Leave the t. p. behind I’ll pretend to be your loving beau She turned to see who said this to her A parrot on a perch caused a stir Do I look like a bird Is what ev’ry one heard As she left spinning wheels in a blur So don’t go by yourself to the zoo Take a friend or better yet take two One watch front, one behind A foxxy lass won’t mind The ape waits for a new rendezvous © May 2010 cgh for PD’s contest