The Chick From Mombassa Poem by George Hunter

There was a young chick from Mombassa
Who had a very nice assa.
When she’d sit on the bar
Everyone near and far
Had to give it a pat as they’d passa.

She said, It gives them a thrill
Especially those over the hill.
I’m just being kind
And I really don’t mind
As long as they pay my bar bill!

So I am not sadder, but wiser
And I certainly am a miser
I could sit on a stool
But I am no fool
As I sip on my free Bud Weiser.