I'm going to write a super-embarrassing poem
about your legs, only not
right now.
Anyway, when I do! it would only embarrass
me,
as a poet.
It couldn't conceivably embarrass you,
as a leg-lady. Frankly,
that should be impossible. You've got
legs like ZZ Top's got beards, specifically,
two of them. The third guy's name is Beard,
Frank, I think, but all he's got's a 'stache.
Your legs are more laid-back,
though,
than a song like those
guys would write and sing, but
I bet if they saw your legs,
they would think again.
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