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(Given the mattress name-checked here, this past NaPoWriMo effort goes back pretty deep into the last decade.)

I seldom do prompts. But I’ve notice some poeming to a Blues Song thing. O.K.

Garter Belt Blues

She don’t bruise her bourbon
She likes her whiskey neat
about a half a bottle later
she’s sweeping me off my feet

I’ve got the long leg lawyer
silk stocking Garter Belt
Blues ——
cause on her evening
agenda–
a two hour
Tempur-Pedic
Cruise

ain’t really much for complainin’
and that be a natural fact
but all this box-spring rearrangin’
is rrippin’ up my back

I’ve got the long leg lawyer
silk stocking Garter Belt
Blues —–
cause on her evening
agenda–
a two hour
Kitchen Island
Cruise

I’m not one to deny it
I’ll never turn her down
but all those pots and pans a bangin’
still waken’ up the town

I’ve got the long leg lawyer
silk stocking Garter Belt
Blues —–
cause on her evening
agenda–
a two hour
Tempur-Pedic
Cruise


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