A Lady From Tucson - Poem by Matthew Scopelitis
There once was a lady from Tucson,
Who didn't have time to put the soup on,
Her husband asked, When do we eat?
She answered, As soon as you go buy some meat,
Until then, just keep your shirt on.
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