I asked, 'Yes'? <br />She cried 'No'! <br /> <br />Then on and on she had to go <br />like a gun ra-tat-tat-tat <br />screaming that she is too fat <br />up and down <br />she paced a beat <br />grinding teeth and stamping feet <br />then she grabbed her coat and hat <br />and stormed out of the door like that <br /> <br />So much for tea at Sacre Bleu <br />I just enquired <br />one lump or two.<br /><br />Charles M. Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sacre-bleu/
