Not a maxie or apron; anything but. Don't stoop to feed your hungry mutt. Those who wear it is a woman desperado. Because her mini is the size of an avocado. The mini's favorite color seems to be red. I guess to stop traffic and knock'em dead. Drivers fail to see the light turn to green. Because the driver is driving with a lean. Some mini's are only the size of a rosette. Too small to even see her dark silhouette. When it was made, they were afraid to hoard. Manufacterers making them wide as a board. I have seen some the size of a blindfold. The wearers will try to grab the hem to hold. Especially when they try to sit on a tall stool. Because their mini contained the thread of one spool. Wearers will say, "any longer, my legs will decompose." "That is the only reason that I must daily expose." So, they will continue to wear that small blotch. Having the nerve to heist it up one more notch. Copyright (C) 1996 Marva L. Dowdin
Reason for writing:
This is the real reason that there are so many traffic accidents
in this country and abroad. Men cannot keep their eyes on the road.
This is another poem from another one of my books. "A smile is
worth a million."
Marva L. Dowdin
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