George Hunter

A Gal Named Grace - Poem by George Hunter

There once was a gal named Grace
Who had an ugly face
—She said, 'My face I don't mind it,
—'Cause I am behind it
And It's a good hiding place.

Truly, I am no creep
And it's not just poor upkeep.
—I was born this way
—So remember today
That beauty is only skin deep.

I'm really a nice old gal
Who's in bad need of a pal
—Take a chance on me
—And we shall see
If this leads to knowledge car-nal.'

He said, 'Although there's a doubt
I'll give her a good tryout
—I put a bag over her head
—When I took her to bed
And that's how this thing worked out.'

Comments about A Gal Named Grace by George Hunter

  • (7/2/2009 12:41:00 PM)

    meaningfully selected lines are fixed to kite up the tone and theme, I like your humor. (Report) Reply

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  • (5/3/2009 11:23:00 AM)

    Good job. I love your humor.

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  • Cindy Kreiner Sera (4/20/2009 9:19:00 AM)

    Hilarious....I'm grinning like a Cheshire cat...Oh my.... paper bag indeed, keep it up my friend (Report) Reply

  • (4/19/2009 6:43:00 PM)

    There's something intrinsically entertaining about rhyme and you've mastered the art George. I enjoyed this - you had me smiling - and will be looking at more of your stuff... Thanks, jim (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 15, 2009

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