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
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