Pals

Ó 1983  Anthony Congiano

Sue sees straight through crab crooked eyes

The type casting midget admires chubby thighs

Too tall Tom sees fantasies to know

And Captain Crack’s heart attack, made his dead eyes show

The well endowed Mrs. Proud speaks her naughty tales

And the triple busted Mrs. Mustard poked the Prince of Wales

And Yummy Flow has got to know she always makes it hard

And poor Michele always cries cause Blondie stole her cards

Pals and cronies

Friends and phonies

Chums and comrades

Buds and bad sads

Bros and sisters

Wives and misters

Mates and allies

Forgotten goodbye byes

Now, Del the Jew found some one new

But, it took a long long time

And little Ann shakes her can

Like a frog all the time

The twisler struts her stuff

Shaken T&A

Who is Frank and Frank is who

But the Who and Frank’s Okay

The clapping missy spoke her joke

But has nobody… never

And the rest who are the best

They’re my Pals for life forever

All in all, I can say

My Pals they are quite strange

But, I’m the one who writes the poems

And they feel I’m Deranged