Never bite a married woman on the thigh oh my.
Cause she just can't rub it off no matter how she'll try.
And when she gets home at night her man will ask her why
Then she'll say it's just a birthmark or some other silly lie.
But he'll get suspicious and then he will start to pry.
Then she'll get hysterical and she will start to cry.
And he'll say I don't blame you but tell me who's the guy.
So she'll admit to everything and he will say bye-bye.
And he'll buy an airline ticket and he'll fly across the sky.
And then he'll come and find you and he'll punch you in the eye.
Then he'll rent a cheap hotel room and he'll hang himself with his tie.
And when she gets the news she'll take an overdose of sleeping
Tablets and she's gonna lie on the couch and die.
So never never never never never never never bite a married woman on the thigh. ~~ Shel Silverstein
Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Posted by: AprilMayJune | November 22, 2010 at 11:02 AM
I thought Silverstein just did children's poetry. My my.
Posted by: joanie | November 22, 2010 at 11:46 PM
Ray T is doing poetry night Friday on KGO
Posted by: Coiler | November 23, 2010 at 02:26 PM
Thankful for poetry night!
Posted by: AprilMayJune | November 24, 2010 at 05:47 PM
There's a big difference between rhymes and poetry; one isn't always the other.
Posted by: Dana | November 25, 2010 at 09:53 PM