MISTY NIGHTS

for Crystal

In a town called Troy, works a girl so petitely,

She serves all our beer ever so sweetly,

She keeps our secrets and never tells any,

An angel of mercy to the very last penny.

She can open a beer

Like roping a steer

And dash ten yards down the bar,

Grab all your money

And say, "Thank you honey,

What a wonderful fellow you are."

Our sweet Crystal would

Look awfully good

At the bar collecting the loot

By selling those beers

To all of us dears

Dressed only in her swimming suit.

What a great pair of jeans,

I mean, by all means,

Let none of us ever complain.

It should be understood,

It's for our own good,

Let's toast to her hips with Champaign.

Having written this rhyme

I'm all out of time

So I'll leave her this generous tip.

Never bend over,

Kiss someone named Rover

Or keep snuff in your bottom lip.

~Robert E Browne~