Blond Bombshell
By Cope
I see her walking, That little black skirt, Magnificent cleavage showing, That little pink shirt. She walks slowly, High heels clacking. Her stumbling sophistication, Common sense lacking. As she walks, She looks through her purse. "Oh so many things to look through, Can things get worse?" Her blond hair shines, A lost smile on her face. Boobs for brains, In this woman's case. Stumbling and searching now, Angry with her lip gloss. Acting moronic, Like it's that big of loss. Suddenly she twist her ankle, While making her fuss, Into the street she falls, And gets hit by a bus.No offense to blonde people, after all, I am blonde too. Written February 16th, 2002 © on Feb 16 2002 07:58 AM PST 0 • 14
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