One for my good friend Terri

Terri Terri quit contrary,
Is having a bad day, and not feeling marry

To make her laugh, will be my goal
Maybe I’ll dance, around a little pole

Get up on stage, and look like an ass
Then again, maybe I’ll pass

I’ll leave it up, to those stripper ho’s
Their skimpy outfits, and nappy afro’s.

Political correctness, is not my thing
But what do you expect, when your outfits a string

Oh wait, Terri wears those too,
But at least she doesn’t sport, the 6 inch platform shoe

Terri’s tall enough, she could be a stripper
She could make a killing, as long as we tip her.

I may be straight, but you better believe
Terri is very pretty, and she doesn’t have a weave

Flowing blonde hair, now who wouldn’t like that
Slender long legs, with a stomach that is flat

OK, now I think I’ve gone too far
Maybe I should just take her, to the nearest bar.

We will have a few drinks, and have us a chat
Keeping our cloths on, and our dignity at that.

That is of course, until Terri has more than four beers
Then she wants to act, like she’s Brittany Spears.

Shakin her ass, on the dance floor
Maybe shave her head, and act like a whore.

Now wait a minuet, you must know this isn’t true
Terri may get a little crazy, but nothing like this would she do.

Terri is a good girl, or so she wants you to think,
She is in her 40’s, but her parents don’t know she drinks.

Her mom only see’s a halo, and her dad just see’s a crown
If only they new the trouble, she used to reek on the town.

Her and her older sister, could certainly do no wrong,
Making all the guys crazy, with her itty bitty thongs.

Enough about her underwear, this is suppose to make her smile
But with that wedgie up her crack, it may take a little while.

HOLY CRAP, that must be it
That’s why she’s pissy, and feels like shit!
Get that thing, out of your ass
Then you can decompress, and let out your gas.

Maybe wear some heels, to help things move along
And when you get dressed tomorrow, I wouldn’t wear a thong.