Swell Chick

Chick was in swell shape sending hoopla and woopla in mates walking the planky swanky she swung the hippy bad showing the rosy vine tatoo that sneaked serpentine from her knee side to rind pine roses blinking pluck me pluck me see you cannot duck me duck me her midis did a funky fad her jugs shrugged more than her shoulders could and lips pouted oh! God come hither will ya eyes flashed like sea-shore search lights and all could see her lights and sights the eyes followed her fixed she had them licked a oomphy girly had never walked the wooden plank with so much clank and that had all the dogs following behind in file and rank.