TO BE FAIR
To love your enemy
is to say all's fine.
How could I love
an enemy of mine !
DEMON DANCER ?
She danced to the jukebox
just in white bobby socks,
no shoes upon her feet.
The girl went wild, very,
to the sound of Chuck Berry
and that black guy's beat.
Some thought her possessed.
Exorcised, was a better guess.
Ah sixteen. How sweet ? !
CATS FALL ON THEIR FEET
Find I knew a girl
who was a ginger tom,
spent her dole on cats.
Oh what a throng !
Were these her harem ?
Men she wouldn't meet.
She cast away good-money
always to land on her feet !
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