Up the downwind ladies.. twirl to find your breeze.. watch Sally has a cold.. up wind she’s known to
sneeze.. Chorus… ‘Sally Please’..
down around no watertown fish markets.. above ‘heeltown’ in the land of ‘knees’.. demonstrating sockets to dream rockets.. charging drunken sailors with a squeeze.. somewhere someone unmentions disease.. one cannot be immunized.. bug cannot be brought to size.. caution on the land of sex and pies.. wear rubbers when horny things arise.. painted with a face..
a show-off guise..
here downwind of realwind is a station.. ‘up the downwind’ says a smelly type.. yes had the idea when he spoke with Wino Pete.. set to motion by Whinni A. Hype.. this couple makes a case for smelling ripe..
all along majesty is waiting.. offer springtime dreams to all who dare.. strong-smelling travesty abating.. validate in courts who think they care..
posthumous are those who live judging.. others who must crave being judged.. it aint about my way to begrudging.. sour minds choke badly on sweet fudge..
Alas alark found a mark.. sleazy Eze is his name.. mark a narc.. around the park., to validate his game.. as the social extract shouts of ‘Frame’..
excused in vocal noise by legion lame..
So up the downwind ladies.. get down with your musk.. moan groan laugh dance with me this day.. CC with me Pam with Grady.. organ like a tusk..
‘Up downwind’ a laugh to love each day..
Connecticut banned the death penalty.. they will save money.. set a good example.. who knows?.. good legislation must allow empathy.. Peace T.