I'd start making my rounds around midday,
And haunt the bars until the midnight hour,
Leaving nothing to chance I'd stalk my prey,
The lovelies were out there and on display,
My aim was to pick a pretty flower.
A man of leisure was I way back then,
I tread the nightly haunts with smile and guile,
I searched and I searched for a perfect ten,
And each conquest I made I'd say amen.
I soon had them swooning, that was my style.
Marvelous Mitzi's fell under my charm,
Sweet lassie's for the pickings it was nice,
I had them all in a swoon for my arms,
Some said I was as hot as a five-alarm,
Picking 'em off at closing time, my vice.
At closing time they were all movie stars,
Fair-haired and so lovely were my conquests,
It wasn't 'til morning things got bizarre,
My movie star turned into Rosanne Barr,
And I swear some had hair upon their breasts.
July 3, 2010 / Jerry Pat Bolton
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