I'll never forget her, what was her name? - an association from Keith Nunes delightful Suzanne exposition (from an old ballad)

227. An old time ballad

She had a wooden leg but was surprisingly efficient,
and the blokes could never do without her.
She developed a technique of outstanding refinement
quite unique for her profession, not to scare away the customers,
but finally she did it just too well.
A client could not let her go to others, so he gallantly proposed to her,
and she could not afford to be without a husband,
once she got this one chance of a lifetime.
Well, on the wedding night she just broke loose
forgetting all restraints, and fellows of the bridegroom
standing secretly to watch outside the window
saw the blockhead screwing off his head like hell,
the wooden leg had never been less of an obstacle,
but, alas, there were some consequences:
he picked chips and splinters from his leg for fourteen days.

Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2006-09-28 at 13:26

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Kathy Lockhart

A great story!