Polka Dotted Lady's Blind Date
Green polka dotted lady was elegant and provocatively pretty
Many gave her a glance, as if she was charming and witty
She sat in a booth waiting for her thirty-second blind date.
The weasel, the coward, was half a minute late
He came breezing in, all dressed out in orange and pink.
What do you think? He wondered. What do you think?
The conversation was all about him – every single word.
The fact that she had three legs seemed a little absurd.
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