Polly Petunia Penelope Peck
Had a heck of a time with her tubular neck
When through the town’s center she’d venture to walk
People whipped on their glasses in order to gawk
Her head bobbled and wobbled and tilted unsteady
(Which is par for the course when your neck’s like spaghetti)
And when desert winds blew from the south (Santa Anas)
Her neck! It would bow like Chiquita Bananas!
Twas in such a state that she met her man, Nate
(He’s a sucker for woman whose necks oscillate)
And married got they — on the fourth of July
Polly wore shorts and a turtleneck (high)
And happy they lived all their lives ever after
With Nate’s head in the clouds and hers in the rafter
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Until next time . . . I love you
Did they have a pet giraffe?
Ha! They’re out shopping for one right now! How did you guess?
Hmmm… a little birdie told me
Did it have along neck? I bet that little birdie was a flamingo!
Oh it so did!
Brilliant per usual although I’ve never had a fetish that ‘extended’ to, ‘He’s a sucker for woman whose necks oscillate.’
Ha! I am so glad to hear that Mike! 😀
I am going to make my seven-year-old read this. Should be interesting. Well done, L.V.
Really? Yay! Let me know how it goes! 😀