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[fragment]
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Ingvar Gustafsson was eating a bowl of figs and prunes,
and spilling the juice on his clothes,
when he inhaled Miss Hansen's perfume,
which singed the inside of his seventy-year-old nose.
An electric shock went through his torso,
hot as a bakery oven's doors,
so hot, in fact, that it melted the elastic,
in the waistband of his drawers.
The veins in his neck was like stalks of rhubarb,
his breath was as hot as the smoke from a Luger,
and he let out a loud romantic yelp,
like the mating call of a cougar.
Miss Hansen ran out of the place so fast,
her stocking tore loose from her garter.
Behind her she heard Ingvar's dentures clacking,
like the castanets of an elevator starter.
Ingvar caught Miss Hansen in half a block,
he was glassy-eyed from the perfume's lure.
He popped the question, and Miss Hansen swooned,
but not before she shouted, "Yah, sure!"
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Tujour La Smooch Perfume can do this for you too, lover-girl.
And now, farewell, sweety-puss, and remember, if you're a lonely single girl,
or an unfortunate married lady with an inattentive slob of a husband,
you always got a rendezvous,
with Lonesome Loverboy Yorgesson
Your lonesome loverboy
is crazy-nuts for you-hoo-hoo... (Vintage Dave) |
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