I try hard to compete with younger glamour gals
When all the men I meet say "let's all just be pals"
Yet I have that certain something that just can't be defined
It transcends all those sexy chicks that they have wined and dined
My doorbell keeps on ringing I get flowers by the score
From men who come by every night knocking on my door
They never get enough of my particular brand of love
My talents are legendary (Thank the Lord above)
Sometimes I take on four or five (There's never only one)
And you should see their eyes light up when I tell them
"The lasagna's almost done!"
Copyright© 2004 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved
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Crop Circles from the Sky?
By Elton Camp
Crop circles appear in fields overnight
They give some people quite a fright
The stalks of the plants are only bent
Since a force against them was spent
To UFO fanatics it always does seem
That the cause was an alien force beam
Why would aliens the galaxy traverse
To make farmers crop damage curse?
Would superior aliens come all this way
So that in our farm crops they can play?
If to communicate they are really sincere,
Why limit it to only a few months a year?
Why would most be in English wheat
If the whole planet they wish to greet?
That they made them, two men revealed
By using ropes and boards in the field
That these men did just what they related,
On numerous occasions have demonstrated
Other men then showed it they too could do
And created geometric designs old and new
But the gullible won’t accept this reason why
So insist the makers were aliens from the sky
People would certainly have to be quite dumb
To think crop circles show aliens have come
there was a girl from Havana
her name was Ms. Quintana
she liked watching men from her cabana
scatily dressed in only bandanas
all those young men in their Speedos
put a rise in her labido
those hot guys made her crazy
then everything just got hazy
when she stood up and almost fainted
a hansome young man got acquainted
as he reached out to catch her fall
she know he was the best one of all
Mary of Berry was wary.
Deceived by a man who would lie.
Disliking men that were hairy,
also, most men wearing a tie.
She had her fill of directions,
from anyone telling the time,
men prodding her with discretions,
or drinking their vodka with lime.
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