Duct tape Sally,
She lived by the alley,
Her shoes were made of tape;
And her underwear beneath,
And her bra, pity's sake-
But she said, it never leaks..
Duct tape Sally,
She never dallied,
Her house looked drab by day;
The windows opaque,
The door a fake-
But she always had her tape.
Duct tape Sally,
She counted her tally,
Found she was one box short;
She found the thief,
And tied his feet-
And now he pees through a port.
Wow...that girl was a vicious alley cat..... Coming from such a quiet and calm poet lady.....That is scary of sort...........I love it.......... You are the poet queen.........And this one is a lot of fun Jim Troy
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I would like to translate this poem
majestic write.....affluent and abundant with the life of Sally in a good humoured vein..well done