Bowling For Dollars

Listen Agnes, you need my help.
This ticket taking isn't going to take itself
Too seriously or add up to snuff.
Good God, Woman, haven't you had enough

Of discomboobery, flotsam, falderal?
We can't always win them all.
What you've got is what I need.
It would be sublime, indeed.

Bowling alleys instead of tea?
I tried to teach you, but couldn't see
That you're contented, as you are.
A funny, gangly, goofy star.

When I get back, they'll make me pay.
I couldn't turn you into Doris Day,
With cheery smile upon your face.
Afraid you're still a hopeless case.

At the party social scene,
Tarted up to be the queen,
No one knows or really cares.
They just live to put on airs.

My dear Miss Grep, I think I see
That you are you and cannot be
Made to really make a fuss.
There's not much left here to discuss.

I'll see you at the bowling alley.
One less convert I can tally.
Contented in your two-tone shoes,
I guess we always get to choose.


6/12/26
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