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The Mayor and The Blonde
The Mayor of Lowell awaited me
atop the darkened stair,
his friendly gaze and smiling face
took in my long blonde hair.
He grasped my hand in both of his
and held it to his chest.
“My darling dear I welcome you
and offer you the best.
The key to Lowell is yours to take,
please do enjoy our Fest!”
“I visit from afar,” I said
“I’m here to see your city.”
I blinded him with pearly white
and smiled…oh so pretty!
The evening did continue
all participants aglow.
As they called upon the Mayor
to introduce the show;
He enthusiastically mentioned
His new found friend from Chicago
Comments
Anstey on Oct. 15 2008 edit · delete i saw mayor Bud o'ogglin' the blonde with pretty eyes
he looked too long, he was so wrong - I told him to be wise
Chicago chicks, have mobster tricks and guns in awful plenty
They'll lie and chide, and as you hide, they'll spend the well placed twenty
Oh Mayor Bud, you're a fine old fellow, a baritone soft and oh so mellow -still
The monkey queen of your best dream, will toss you on the grill
As you fry, and slowly die, she'll smile sweet and true
Dear Mayor Bud, (over the bridge with a thud) That'll be the end of you.
Tracey on Oct. 15 2008 edit · delete
