Licorice Whips And Wet Lips Poem by Charles Hancock

She was dressed for a midwest July day
Cowgirl boots, Levi shorts, and a t-shirt
It was nothing short of country risque'
I couldn't help myself, I stopped to flirt

She had a handful of licorice whips
But offered me the strawberry one
That was dangling from her wet lips
Asked if I wanted to have some fun

She said if I could get us some ice
She had something special to drink
I didn't have to think about it twice
I knew it was Boone's Farm Tickle Pink

That's always her drink of choice
This was going to lead to a sure thing
I could just tell it in her sultry voice
And I was ready for a hot little fling

I leaned over and opened the door
She strutted around and climbed in
We stopped at the local liquor store
For ice, cigarettes, and a lambskin