Twenty
Twenty Twenty Dollar Bills,
Sticking out of twenty jacket pockets,
Of Twenty Zoot-Suited Mexican Hoods
Leaning on Twenty 1940's cars,
In Twenty different shades,
With Twenty Female Mexican Cuties,
In twenty short cut dresses...
Twenty squad cars nearby,
In case Twenty crimes are made,
Twenty pre-assuming a cop,
I came by on my donkey,
"Twenty Drops Of Do" his name,
He was a smart assed donkey.
To injustice he'd put a stop...
Left Twenty drops of Donkey-do
On each squad car door,
The stink broke up the tension,
Of that you can be sure....
Twenty Zoot-Suited Mexicans,
Had twenty tales to tell,
And for my heroic donkey,
Theyd really treat him well.
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2008
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