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My Blond Waitress


I know a waitress who’s hair is yellow.

Her style and temperament seem so mellow

Like most blonds who serve behind a counter

She endures jokes from all that she encounters

This fair maiden will serve you good food

Even when your blond jokes are too crude

She’s not dumb, she lives by her wits,

But never mention the size of her hidden tits

Or you’ll never know what’s in your grits

. If your inclined to tell some funny blond joke

Eat quickly before she’s provoked.

Don’t be fooled by her laughter and quick wit

Cause this blond waitress don’t take your lip

She just wants you to leave a good tip.

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