Jive Talk of the 1940's
The honey was very well aware
As she went flitting by
That all the goof-offs hanging out
Were giving her the eye.
She didn’t mind they stole a gander
As she saw them standing there
Admiring her newly shortened skirts
And giving her gams a stare.
As long as she wasn’t a real armpit
And hadn’t been around the block
They would try to out do each other
In cornering her stock.
She knew if a hot dog made a pass
She could hail the black and white
And he would do some small time
In the town joint, over night.
Joyce Johnson 01/12/12 For Craig Cornish’s “Talk That Way” contest.
Won a 3rd in contest
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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