Everybody On Stage For The Lost Man Number Poem by Dizzy Darling

'Boy that Blondell was some dish...always one of the guys... your closest pal'
She said ' you can only watch Gold Diggers thirty-nine times before you begin to slip into a tap'
I said 'jump into the fountain and I will follow you, only, after you'
'but you are too drunk to swim tonight? '
'Well glamourpus, your not drunk enough '
' Ohh a comedienne now arn't we, you just want to rescue me when Im drowning'
'No, I just want to see your wet body through that lovelly Empire Chiffon'
'arn't we fresh besides its charmeuse ' she said
' No I'm just bored of Berkeley tonight'
'what depression lies in unpaid bills, I will race you to the horizon on three... three'