At Your Service

From different parts of China,

Two immigrants were wed.

And so with trepidation

They approached the marriage bed.

“I know dis you fuht time, you flighened,”

Said he in a solicitous tone.

“I do anyt’ing to please you.

Jus' tell me wha’ you wan’.

“I wan’ numba sixty-nine,”

Said she, prim and properly.

The groom exclaimed in disbelief,

“You wan’ BEEF WIT' BLOCCORI!!??”

David Martin

Politically incorrect “poke,” opus 5.

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