She Is My Little Minx
She is a saucebox, my little minx. I adore her!
They crowded around him, expecting more.
Most bar flies ready to hear a great story
From this plaid-clad cowboy of few words.
She has a voracious appetite, he said.
There were jeers, cheers, and murmurs.
She howls when she’s happy. Loud laughter now.
And she thinks I am the best thing in the corral day and night.
A border collie sauntered in. She sat down on the next bar stool.
Sh! I cautioned her. I am trying to hear.
He’s not the best thing when the black lab comes around, she said.
Apparently I have now met the little saucebox.
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