(Wink): The name is Sal

Matt Ricke

"I can not believe it is not butter,"

Said the young man to his best friend's sister

And quickly reached his lips across to kiss her

She screamed and slapped and cried for her mother.

"Why must you fret, you're a pretty girl,

And I am handsome and do impressions,

And my memoirs are called True Confessions,

You needn't worry, (wink), the name is Sal!"

The toast was crisp, yet the coffee was cold,

Sal was upset and would not leave a tip,

And Jo (the girl) unleashed her 9-foot whip,

Stood on her chair and made a statement bold,

"We must take care of our bodies from within!

We won't eat butter, we'll just eat margarine!"

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