He had questions of her gender
even though she dressed in splendor.
He tried hard not to offend her
but she was anything but slender...
and the proof...........she wouldn't render.
One day she went on quite a bender...
got so drunk she smashed the fender
on the truck he holds so tender.
(For that you really can't defend her.)
So a note he chose to send her
to inquire about her gender...
(with a bill sent from his lender
for the fixing of his fender.)
Hey Mary, for me right now you're winning both the rhyming challenge and the humour challenge (if there is one) : -) A smiling Gina.
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This is a whopper! ! Super, super. super! ! A great one from you. Loved it. Love Ernestine XXX