He looked down the way, saw a hooker with bees,
He looked to the right, saw a whore eating cheese.
He looked to his left at the whore who had blue
Hair on her head-- he said, "I LIKE you!"
"Oh good!" said her voice, in a high grating whine,
"I like it when guys think my hair's really fine."
She yammered and stammered and yakked 'til he said,
"I don't like your voice, cuz it's hurting my head."


Copyright (C) 1997 by Kevin Kelm