Tale of Millie and Tillie
Millie was flattered by the whistling of men
But her friend, Tillie, told her to think again
"They're just catching their breath
but are as pale as death.
It's healthy ones, Millie, for whom we should yen."
"Well, darn it, girl. You know I'm hard of hearing
I thought those guys were speaking words, endearing.
"That noise is their wheezing,
and their looks aren't pleasing!
Let's move along now, Millie. Please stop leering."
Millie looked back but off fell her eyeglasses
She stopped to rip toots and expelled her gasses
"I know that really stinks!"
She laughed, "I'm such a minx."
Don't tell me I should take etiquette classes!"
They strolled until Tillie had to take a seat
for she was feeling a bit faint from the heat
Millie started to scold,
"Tillie, you're gettin' old."
"Not too old to kick your walker to the street!"
"I'm only saying those guys were old geezers,
not the sexy kind we once called 'strip teasers!"
And at that thought, Tillie smiled
In younger days, they'd been wild
"They're not what we'd ever call 'woman pleasers."
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