There was a fine lass who dozed in the sun.
Her tan, it deepened; she dreamt "Men! oh what fun!"
Unknown to her, though, her father crept sneaking
With a cold water hose to cool her thinking.
Hot lightning soon struck what that Dad had begun
She turned on the hose and made him run, run, run.
19 March 2006
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
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