Sally was a wonder beyond everyone's hunger.
Nelly was a blunder, she forgot about her plumber.
Brittany was a thunder, sitting quietly under the watchful eye of her drummer.
These beauties were anything but a cross of a bag lady pushing a cart. They had more than just a pretty heart.
Sexy ladies they knew they were; they couldn't do without the fox fur.
Their Versace bags lagged with a mad pad of a wallet glad of a "woman had."
When the day was "hey, hay" a trip was made to the beauty bay. A can of hair spray is what they "say" to get another play on Saturday.
Written by: Patrick James Quaker
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