Published Fri Jan 19, 2018 | Posted in Poetry | By Linda Jenkinson |
Ladies don’t fart. They retire. With the vapors. And stay out of sight. Until they smell sweet.
Ladies don’t burp. They belch. Behind a hand. And subtract from their diets. What they like to eat.
Ladies don’t spit.
Then tuck the output.
Into a tissue.
Ladies don’t sweat.
But there’s a Secret.
That helps them stay neat.
Ladies don’t snore.
Of that I am sure.
But I’m a woman, no lady.
And my snores are roars!
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