Pamela Purse yelled, 'Ladies first,' <br />Pushing in front of the ice cream line. <br />Pamela Purse yelled, 'Ladies first,' <br />Grabbing the ketchup at dinnertime. <br />Climbing on the morning bus <br />She'd shove right by all of us <br />And there'd be a tiff or a fight or a fuss <br />When Pamela Purse yelled, 'Ladies first.' <br /> <br />Pamela Purse screamed, 'Ladies first,' <br />When we went off on our jungle trip. <br />Pamela Purse said her thirst was worse <br />And guzzled our water, every sip. <br />And when we got grabbed by that wild savage band, <br />Who tied us together and made us all stand <br />In a long line in front of the King of the land- <br />A cannibal known as Fry-'Em-Up Dan, <br />Who sat on his throne in a bib so grand <br />With a lick of his lips and a fork in his hand, <br />As he tried to decide who'd be first in the pan- <br />From back of the line, in that shrill voice of hers, <br />Pamela Purse yelled, 'Ladies first.'<br /><br />Sheldon Allan Silverstein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ladies-first-2/
