Monday, October 3, 2011

Oy Vey (Ruffled)



Oy Vey (Ruffled)
by Big Frank Dickinson

Stressed again Oy Vey; annoyed,
Wishing she were disemployed;
No attaboy will cheer her up; the gender
Thing cloys (oh boy) another stupid offender.
Cowboy, choirboy, and bellyboy – ahoy,
It’s enough to make her want to deploy,
Alloy she won’t; her stance is solid
Corduroy poise rebutting the squalid.
No decoy, her look’s a savoy truffle.
Curvy joy; she ploys ruffles.



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