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I received a golden hello
But nothing of banking I know
On commodities, the future I bet
For large bonuses each year,to net
Too soon the 'bubble' has burst
Of course,everyone else,has come off worse
But I do not reap what I sow
They gave me parachute payout & pension to go
Global finances,crash into debt
Yet still I have no regrets ...(yet !)
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I do not know?
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The house is cold, the woman is old. No food in the cupboard. What can she do?
Off to the shop, it's warmer outside. No place to escape to.
What can she do. Why have to choose. A choice between eating and heating.
Pension doesn't go far. She worked all her adult life. Show some respect. The poor woman
freezes. To cold and frail.
What can she do. Why have to choose. A choice between eating and heating.
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The great Tory brexitland tour calling off at:
Islamaphobia, followed by a short visit to
the tax havens, via the museum of the NHS.
Then a look at the much ballyhooed ‘pension
age of the working class’ - they can’t read or
write so let’s make the new age 110 and see
how much more misery we can shovel on them.
Finally we will visit the poor and infirm so that
we can laugh at them while they eat the scraps
the foxes and pigeons left behind. Welcome to
the new Brexitain.
We hope you enjoy the tour.
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Vampires suck, they drain my life
it feels like that in this god damn place
A pound of flesh I'm sure they'll take
but even then they won't be full
not satisfied until
I'm worn and I'm weary
they chip chip chip away
then I'm nothing but a shell
I wish I could enjoy this time
on the short path to the inevitable
A pension not too far off for some years of frailty
but what's the point shall I give up now
to stop the pain of being a zombie
I'll carry on because I'm programmed to
but the vultures, the leeches and parasites continue
to bleed me for my life
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Congressman, How Dare You Say That!
By Elton Camp
About the facts, you apparently don’t care
Social Security isn’t like being on welfare
Since a lad, every month I’ve paid into it
Therefore, now I am certainly entitled to it
It was a system that I surely didn’t make
I was compelled by the Feds to partake
So how do you now come off feeling
That I, somehow, benefits am stealing?
First, cut your own pension and big pay
Before us older folks you try to betray
If you live, you will finally be old and gray
I have to wonder if you’ll feel the same way
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Anniversaries are peculiar things
our memories are brought to task
rolling back over the years
makes you take off your mask
But seriously Francine's a great gal
a great encourager indeed to us all
does inspires us to greater heights
lifts us up always when we fall
Amazing to think it's been that long
having her pension and all that!
one thinks it was far longer
not thinking that was her stat
That profile pic on her page
really encouraging always to look
see them all smiling as family
question is which one's the cook?
Well have great happy anniversary
Francine don't let ink go dry
keep penning such wonderful gems
we love you even make us cry!
(writing for a friends anniversary of writing poetry recently)
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I do not know?
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Where Freedom finds the fire
Limitation could guide us higher.
Use the boundaries for a base not a secure case
Let thoughts bound freely see where they chase
It might kick off your socks
To think out of the box
Nudge, wink the Fosbury Flop
Apprehension cause great amounts of tension
The pension clauses create so much tension
When your minds set free for a different view
Then you might just see any difficulty through
If you change your thoughts through all they taught
Before they chain your force with lies you bought
Or things will remain done for, try you ought to,
Otherwise Freedom gets burned
As no wise lesson is learned
Second guessed lies and return,
To Serfdom's reprisal man needs to earn
But the big bird always takes the early one's worm.
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I do not know?
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Banks
I stare each day at my available balance
And I wish I had more in the pot
I feel as if I’m under constant surveillance
By the hierarchy, who know what I’ve got
They’re waiting to pounce and I know it
They want to smuggle my funds away
They want to increase their pension and profit
And charge me a penalty each and every day
But still they offer me a card or a loan
With rates of interest way above the base
Wanting to cut my finances to the bone
And help me lose my car, my house and my face
We’re here to help, they tell you
A friend who’ll always be by your side
But all they want is your indebted soul
And hunt you until there’s nowhere to hide
So, bankers; hats off to your enterprise
And all the good- you say you do?
But I’ll keep my money under the bed
And make sure I never give a penny to you.
David Cox
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I got on the bus
And sat on the front seat.
With bifocals,
The man sitting next to me
Greeted me with a Smile
And said, “Good Morning”.
On the way,
Sitting by the window
And being bewitched by
the black moon's shadow
His words ‘stunned my soul.
“An executive of the state
Demanded me a letter from the camp
"If I need the pension"
"If I need the pension."
His words broke my heart
For me, no more vision
A great dedication
In the mission,
But not the passion or fashion
Though only a call from his office
To bring a letter
“He enjoys my traveling
Far away from the city.
“I wish I could see your face,
But I am so sorry,
My world is black”.
I got off the bus,
But the thoughts of mine
Blow like a wind.
Men have no gratitude
To a man of yesterday.
For me, that great soldier
Is a Man of everyday.
Oct. 8, 2020
Will To Survive Poetry Contest
Contest Sponser : Silent One
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I pass by wispy meadows
That have always lined these roads
I've got a dollar in my pocket
And a dog who will follow me,
Almost anywhere
I let the sunshine deaden me
With solar Novocain
And my tear ducts that dried up
A long, long time ago
Don't despair if I'm not there
You're better off without me
and the burden I've become
'Cause if I stay this thing remains
I'm sure you'd do the same
I've worked the same job for a decade
With nothing much to show
Just a pension and some wisdom
And a handful of bad memories
So, forgive me if i leave you
Without so much as a goodbye
Your time is worth more than The dollar
That I waisted
For some cigarettes
It seems unfair that you're still there
While I'm leaving,
This place that never wanted us
For anything
In my travels I have wandered
Much more than two and fro
And though I’m tired
I regret that I am leaving here
Just as I wandered home
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Staring out at the bridge
Empty was his fridge
In a United Kingdom dungeon
World crumbling
Canary needed attention
Wondering about pension
Off to Stamford he went
Figuring out how to pay the rent
When he arrived Chelsea honestly tried
And before the brake
A goal they did make
Leaving Canary with nothing
Except relegation while huffing
Then puffing
Keeping it close
Canaries did not roast
Dreaming a shot went through
Everything would be level between the two
It did not happen
And Canary returned home flapping
Pensioners gave the song birds a chance
To perform a shirtless dance
Leaving them with a thought
After they fought
Saying, “We are back on top
Not ready to stop
Winners of the lower division
More mature then those having high profile missions”
Next time when things are down and out
Remember this lesson to think about
Do something with that pension check
And tomorrow there could be successful respect
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Remember to look him in the face when
you stab him in the back.
Remember to look deep in his eyes as his
whole livelihood departs.
You know you’ve got to look her in the eyes,
the mother of the sick child.
You’ve broken her with all your lies, with all
those helping hands you’ve chopped off at
the arm.
Remember how hard this lady worked for all
those years. Doing work you see as beneath
you and your counterparts because it’s honest,
low paid and demands blood, sweat and tears.
You know you’ve got to look her in the eyes
now you’ve broken what dreams she had. You
take her pension at the click of your fingers
and make her work more when she has
worked so many years, so damn hard.
Remember these are REAL PEOPLE who have to
live their REAL lives. Remember you make their
lives so much harder with all your lies.
You’ve got to listen to the moon in the dark of
the night, you’ve got to close your eyes and hear
the cries of your austerity scream as you break
REAL peoples lives.
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Winding up in the hospital is something nobody would need.
We can say all you fools were the victims of greed.
Captain Culpeper thought he could get away with the money.
You saw what happened after that. All of you suffered injury.
The captain threw away the pension he earned on the force.
His daughter changed her name, and his wife filed for divorce.
He will have the book thrown at him ignominiously,
while all you other guys will get off rather lightly.
That event on the ladder was such a humiliation.
You will spend time together here for rehabilitation.
Before Mrs. Marcus, Emiline, and Monica came through the door,
Bengie threw a banana peel into the middle of the floor.
Mrs. Marcus slipped on the peel, and down to the floor she went.
An unending stream of laughing came from each injured gent.
Never had anyone seen such an amount of merriment.
Is it true the best medicine for any ailment is laughter?
We might say each one of these guys lived happily ever after.
Based on the 1963 film "It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad, World"
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Commuterland
Our estate is very posh,
Executives, and oh by gosh
Our Sunday evening cocktails are the thing.
Mortgaged to the eye-ball we are,
We don't even own our own car,
Matter of fact we don't own anything.
We're all driving 4X4's,
And mine's as twice as big as yours,
Every day we drive to kids to school.
Ladies luncheons are de rigueur,
Then they exercise with vigour,
Dipping painted toe- nails in the pool.
We do our bit to help the nation,
Try to combat the inflation,
Knocking back another G&T.
We get all our goods on Access,
And it is the usual practise
Not to actually pay for anything.
From the bank we have to borrow -
Fund our lifestyle for tomorrow,
Louis Vuitton luggage is "tres cher".
Golf club, gym, and school fees rising,
So you see it's not surprising
We can barely pay for the au pair.
We're very nicely ticking over,
But it's not a bed of clover,
Sometime very soon will come the crunch.
Not far off the day of reckoning,
Bank manager will soon be beckoning,
Hope the pension fund will come up trumps!
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If the planet gets any warmer
we’ll freeze our asses off.
When the climate changes
could it please wear something OTHER THAN WHITE!
Why can’t they dump snow in BOSTON HARBOR
but they can use snow barriers on the exclusive beach communities?
How can light fluffy snow
be so freakin’ heavy?
How will Winter know we’ve surrendered
if it can’t see the WHITE FLAGS we’re waving??
You know it’s bad when the church
cancels the SNOW ANGEL competition.
Overheard at the International Devils Convention:
“DAMN, THIS STUFF IS HELL!!!”
They made the streets in South Boston ONE WAY….
ALL HEADING SOUTH….
The MBTA is starting a DOG SLED run.
The dogs will all retire at age 10(TEN)
WITH A FULL PENSION…..
A flock of snow geese was seen
wearing HATS and MITTENS…
If all the snowflakes that fell in Boston
were placed end to end they’d go from here
to WHERE EVER THE HELL THEY WANTED
and we’d pay the passage.
After a while you don’t care
what a wondrous crystalline miracle
each individual snowflake is……
they all look alike to you….
Somewhere there’s a monkey
with a button the reads PUSH FOR SNOW…..
LAUGHING HIS ASS OFF…….
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sorry that its taken a while
making you wait is not my style
even though im the top of the pile
everyone praises your slams it makes me sick
PD you can suck on my wit
they fear you for no reason
cut the head off the queen, thats treason
lets play barbies. i'll be ken
you should leave this poetry lark to the men
i'm hot i'm a wheel
i'll rob and i'll steal
anything you say bounces off my skin
the only outcome is a danny win
i just don't think you stand a chance in hell
you just cant slam that well
you try and rhyme on this line
but the next you dont at all
that may suit an amateur just fine
but thats were fake slammers fall
down down to the ground
i'll slap your ass around and round
your old and frail
i slam so hard i make you fail
better collect your pension
whilst i alleviate the tension
oh im sorry you probably dont comprehend
with incredible grammar this slam i'll end
you might as well give up trying to comeback
my hot wheels own the track
even though i wont get as many views
i know i win, so F you
if you can beat this slam i'll be surprised
so cross your t's and dot your i's
you get silver i win gold
i've got my youth and you're mighty old.
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Little boy curls, sweets, and treats, lots of love,
When granny meets
Big boy, cigarettes, booze, and “love”
Uni, work, much too hard, heavens above!
Wife number one. Crazy, 5 months; I’m gone.
Wife number two, only wanted money, but two great
Daughters filled my heart.
Then a stranger came in our shade; I’m off! Enough!
And new start made.
Chinese wife was number three, dim sum at weekends, scented tea;
But told many lies, short time, cries. No more dim-sum; now eating pies,
Fractured love, attracting flies.
Retired with pension, not too large, should I live on a barge?
The winter’s cold, so didn’t dare; off to South East Asia I did repair.
My darling wife, she’s number four, the best of the lot;
(She loves me more)
Now I’m treated like a king, and gladly purchased golden ring.
Sugar in the morning, cream at night, best of all, we rarely fight.
Now in clover with my honey, some would say, that’s kind of funny,
At sixty two, you’ve waited long, for love’s sweet note, to sing its song.
Yes indeed, the truth is queer, how crooked, early life did steer; dark clouds
Haunt my dim dark past; but now only sun, with Vietnam lass.
Written for Bio contest 17/042014
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i look at them through rose colored glasses
knowing its not as perfect as it seems
they stood the test of time already lasting
thirty two long years
never seperating or cheating they endured
all the tribulations
from raising five girls to the years i ran away
cancer killing off his family to his nephews
burned in a fire
through marriages and divorce child birth
and death
life never came easy for this couple whats left
they worked all their life never complaining one
time
through storms and battles they managed to stay
intact
retired and living off their pension happy as can be
one day mother nature unleashed her wrath
and took everything they had
without a thought they started a new rebuilding
a life with just them two
along came ms.brandy fresh outta prison
and they welcomed her home with open arms
their daily lives are revolved around me and my life
husband and wife plus one
its been a journey this year alone but together
they we did it and made it a home
i look at them and tears come to my eyes
forgivness and remorse for the pain and lies
if they can stay together through all this stuff
i know that hope is yet enough
to my mom and dad thanks for loving me and being the greatest parents i could ask for
i wont let myself or you down
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Say goodbye to Pretty Polly
The lass from the Co-op store
She went and joined the Army
And they sent her off to War
Off to far Afghanistan
To set the people free
Pretty Polly’s was blown up
By a roadside I.E.D.
The armour saved her physically
But mentally she was gone
Stuck there in a time warp
Wasn’t able to move on.
They didn’t just desert her
The counsellors really tried
But out there in Afghanistan
Some part of her had died.
But Pretty Polly was a soldier
And a soldier’s life is cheap
So they gave her a War Pension
And out on the scrap heap.
Pretty Polly didn’t moan
And Pretty Polly didn’t whine
She had after all voluntarily
Signed on the dotted line.
She slept rough in the woods
Bivvying on open ground
Alert and awakened by
Every single little sound.
Sat on a shop doorsteep
For hours every single day
Until the police or the council
Finally moved her on her way.
They found her in a wood
Hanging from a rope
Pretty Polly it seems
Had finally lost all hope.
Just another Veteran
Who chose to end life like that
They bore Standards at her funeral
The coffin bore her Dress Hat.
The Padre told her story
The family held a wake
Some of her Regiment came
Just for old times sake
To saygoodbye to Pretty Polly
The lass from the Co-op store
Just another senseless victim
Of another senseless war.
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That Taliban bomb
Blew Johnny to a bed
And when he woke up
He wished he were dead
And when Johnny finally came home
He wasn’t marching there
Just sitting in an ambulance
Alongside his new wheelchair
So it’s goodbye Johnny to squaddie life
The billet and his mates
They’ll miss him for maybe a little while
But fate is fate is fate
There were no brass bands to meet him
Just his family no more
For Johnny was one of the victims
Of a politicians war
And they still make their speeches
But they don’t give a
No blood splashes their tail coats
When a squaddie’s hit
And Johnny will get his pension
To go quietly away
And be remembered once a year
Every Poppy Day
He’ll have to fight for every penny
Fight just to survive
For he’s embarrassed his leaders
Just by being alive
Carry your shield or be carried on it
Was the ancient Spartan way
Oh how our glorious leaders wish that
Were the creed today
But they stand at the Cenotaph
Year after year after year
And shed the latest versions
Of their crocodile tears
And Johnny learned a lesson
If he never knew it before
There ain’t any glory mates
In marching off to war
When Johnny finally came home
He wasn’t marching there
Just sitting in an ambulance
Alongside his new wheelchair
And that Taliban bomb
Reverbs reverbs reverbs in his head
And Johnny, our poor Johnny
Still wishes he were dead
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So, take a gander at the Strawman
As he take's a stand
He is from every land and region
He is always' at your command
He never mouth off to anyone
And he always' does his job
In essence he is the law
Until a crow of two happens'
-To come along
To pluck away all of his straw
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He stands' to expose
To execute a message
Thusly, he always' have a plan
That which we can understand
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Hence fourth
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He piers very tall above them all
He barely cracks' a smile
He wear a hat of straw
That is his style
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He wears' a straw hat
That he probably got from the Mall
And no body know's
The full extent of it all
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He piers above the yard
With such command
And speaks' in such aa language
That few can only but understand
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Unless you are close to this man
You can barely see a strand
And off from the distance
He looks' just like a man
Though he is filled with straw
With bits of cotton
- Or -
What else ever may be
But, I mind you
This was to conceal his identity
Even though he has a pension
To be free
He is perfectly content
Just to scare the birds' away
Just maybe two, maybe three
Sometimes' he even scare people
The likes of you and me
- Or -
Those who should happen
-Suddenly upon him
Fore it is only he or them
GF
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Being given the pen is supposedly mightier than the sword
And knowledge is king
How is it then that the hall's and
positions of power and official office
Are so often filled by warmongers
and people who can barely string
a legible sentence together
Have similar defining characteristic
in common
Like or such as deep pockets
powerful friend's prestigious
family and an unfathomable
impairing stage presence or
in front of a camera or audience
Maybe that's why actor's make
great or the best politicians
Because in reality it's mainly
hitting a mark, smiling, acting, following direction and reading
whatever script or line's are placed
in front of you
Merely a puppet not the master
in control of the strings
And when things go wrong as
they so inevitably do and end up
getting fired and hung out to dry
And it doesn't matter because with
my pay off and pension i leave
richer than in my wildest dreams
With so much money it would take
2 lifetimes to spend and every
single cent well earned
And you take that and cash it at
any bank
And if God forbid it does run out
i can instantly double it overnight
By simply releasing my memoirs
in hardback
Or disclosing the exact location
where Saddam Hussein's actually
hid Iraq's
Weapons of Mass Destruction
Surely they must be worth a pretty
penny given we went to war spent
trillions of dollars and countless
soldiers lives in order to find them
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This morning I stumbled out of bed and stood at rigid attention!
(I thought I'd had a nightmare and had lost my military pension!)
A familiar strain wafted across the valley and swirled about my ears.
'Twas the "Reveille" bugle call, a sound I hadn't heard in years!
The sound came from nearby Fort Carson since the wind was just so.
(I recalled my warrior days rising at dawn to earn my meager dough!)
I pictured in my mind the bewilderment of the young and raw recruits,
Cussing the bugler, gathering up their gear and pulling on their boots!
At noon the bugle called, "Come and get your chow, boys! Come and get your chow!"
(My grub was slopped on a battered steel tray - troopers dine off china now!)
That's just the way it was - I'm happy for them tho' - they deserve the best!
For their devotion to duty and firm resolve, we are truly blessed!
At five o'clock, the bugler sounded "Retreat" to end another day.
The garrison flag was slowly lowered, folded and stowed away.
The cannon boomed - its thundering boom reverberated about the post.
Every soldier stood proud and tall and saluted the flag, totally engrossed!
The haunting notes of "Taps" sound at ten o'clock then fade away and die,
As sleeping soldiers are assured, "All is well, safely rest, God is nigh."
How I relish the dulcet bugle calls echoing from across the way;
I wouldn't object if the wind would blow my way each and every day!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(©All Rights Reserved)
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A Bio of sort
I sometimes remember things I didn’t know I knew
it comes to me like a clear vision in black and white
I like seeing movies in two colours, say, Casablanca
as I like the contrasts between white and black.
When a child, sweets were rationed, and we had tokens
we handed it into the sweet shop, as I didn’t care
For sweets, I gave my share to my sister; that was
a good thing I still have got my old teeth.
My attitude to money is: spend little, be frugal
Yet, as an adult, I was a heavy drinker but had the
sense not to drink in a nightclub, the cheaper the venue
the better I didn’t drink for the décor but to get drunk
and lose myself in dreams of a better life.
When I finally retired, I had a nest egg and besides
my pension to get by; the idea was to travel, but now
monies go to pay for medical bills.
I have never been eager to exercise, walked a lot
and know that I have monster feet and useless
My idea is to get a mobility scooter, but the price man
The price!
I have offered to buy a scooter, but it appears people think
I’m rich, which I’m not, just a modest saver; I fear not
have money, poverty scars the out of me, I have
been there, and is no going back.
My Diabetes was under control, and I had legs like Marlene
Dittrich and liked to wear shorts to show off my other
wise grumpy exterior; then I got a problem with me
intestines, and spent days in the hospital; when I came out
my Diabetes was out of control, and I feel cross about that
But what the hell. many people are worse off than me
I still have the ability, to laugh!
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The Murray can be dangerous,
as the locals have worked out.
There has been some drowning's
plus a few close shaves about.
Some blame grog; some foolishness,
and a few don't seem to know,
but most folks that live along it,
reckon it's the undertow.
Teddy Miller often reckons,
here is where he found God,
by cleaning up the stream of carp,
and often dining on the cod.
He fishes where most fishermen
don’t rate his spot a mention,
but it’s perfect for this old bloke,
now that he's on the pension.
You see it’s beside the highway,
and a perfect picnic spot,
where the water looks inviting,
when the weathers fairly hot.
It’s on these days that Teddy hangs,
his coat across a fading sign,
and then he waits for victims,
to come near his fishing line.
A car drove in, parked on the bank
this sun drenched afternoon.
A shapely girl walked to the edge,
and Ted could see that soon,
he’d be watching her peel off her clothes
right down to her bikini.
So when she stepped into the water,
Ted's eyes were going goggly.
"Oye!" He yelled, "What are you doin?
You can't go in swimming here!"
The young lass turned her head around
and questioned Teddy’s fear.
"Look" Ted said, "This notice says,
as he removed his coat,
“There is danger of an undertow,
so I think you should take note”.
The young lady read the notice,
and then she thanked old Ted,
but after picking up her clothes,
she turned around and said
"You waited ‘til my clothes were off!"
A terse voice now expressing.
"Yeah, well,” grinned Ted “The sign
don't say nothin' 'bout undressing".
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