by kbbThe clerk in the Ooh-la-la Sex Shop
never saw such a feeble old lady.
She painfully teetered right toward him.
She must have been well over eighty.
“Do you carry duh-duh-duh-duh-dildos?”
she asked in a tremble-y voice.
Though her aged inflections distressed him
he didn’t have much of a choice.
“Of course, we have many fine models.
They’re laid out right here, side by side.”
“Do ya’ sell-ell-ell-ell a long pink one
with batter-er-er-ies inside?”
“Why, yes, we have lots of that model.”
He could barely repress a good scoff.
“So tell me, huh-how do you tuh-turn
the suh-son-of-a-buh-buh-bitch off?”