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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