On one who pinches me,
For hanging on a “soft drink” bar
Till I can hardly see.
Curled peacefully in ash barrel I would sleep
And dream of foaming mug,
But policeman with a bass voice deep,
Tuts me in the jug.
* * *
Knock ’er On the Kiss!
A discussion on dancing became quite heated. The Girl in the case challenged her partner to prove his contention that any man could kiss a girl against her will. They clinched and after a brief but determined struggle, the girl was being ardently osculated. Upon being freed from the fervent hold the girl sighed and said, “Well, you won but it wasn’t fair. My foot slipped. Let’s try it again.”