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