TRUTH CAN BE STRANGER THAN FICTION
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She was a lady,
no question.
Worked at the movie studio
keeping things clean.
Vacuumed in high heels and
her fur coat!
Drove two '59 Jaguars,
XKE 150 convertibles...
one turquoise and one white...
chosen daily by the mood
she was in.
Lived on a few acres
out in the valley
with her friends---
Foghorn Leghorn, a three-feet
tall, two year old Rhode
Island Red rooster...
Also, Lippy LaRue, a male sheep,
who liked riding in the back seats
of convertibles.
There were other household pets---
Ewes, Shirley, Maisie, and
Stacy, the six-pack Heineken drinker...
And lastly, the sheep called
"Old Man," once a movie star,
advertising ivory Soap.
The lady, lonely, depended on these
friends for companionship and
each day at five o'clock Happy Hour
she had a drink with Stacy or
Foghorn Leghorn, her beloved rooster.
One day, she was drinking with
Foghorn, and he wanted two
drinks...(he was young and under
age), so he had Two
"HARVEY WALLBANGERS,"
fell off his perch
and broke his neck.
Broken -hearted, the lady was
heard to mourn:
"It was the Harvey Wallbangers
that KILT HIM."
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BY MIL
11/13/14
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