Lazy Susan did not get up,
but spent the day in bed
with her rubber husband,
the dumb waiter.
The silent butler watched
from a secret panel in the pantry.
Hey, Drew, I’m here in Montclair, at Raymond’s having dinner with Dr. Mengele. There seem to be a lotta twins here, so naturally he has a hard-on. I keep telling myself that this must be a dream, but I don’t think so. If you’re free, stop by.
She wears men’s underwear.