Saviodsilva


Bernard Gluck
Poem

Elevator

An elevator opens
A woman steps inside
A drunken man behind her
Just goin' for a ride

He taps her on the shoulder
Her pardon he then begs
I have to tell you Madam,
Those are two lovely legs!

Well Sir, you are a drunk
So how then would you know?
It's simple, I just counted them.
With that she had to go.

Bernard Gluck


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