The Many Women of Raymond
Great stars are being watched in packed houses,
Many of the shirts without blouses…
Someone has been doing a clean count,
Of it hoping to give an account
Soon, another shirt strides in: Raymond,
Off showing his ring: a diamond
‘‘If Grace ever shows in pigs might fly!”
Raymond, sure Grace will not, smiles the sly.
But – Gosh – he fears he’ll meet Jenny
Known to turn up like a bad penny.
With quick-to-melt Ruby not a bond,
Save that they’d been of each other fond.
Raymond’s diamond for the New Angel
He’ll go out with and not land in jail…
Why Jenny should turn up does not know
But how so nice letting ones lies grow!
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