Love Thy Neighbor
I guess a little background is required, since the thread got deleted. (From what i recall, and this happened ages ago), norcal was trimming his bushes, when he looked across the fence. His neighbour’s wife was sitting on a swing, with nothing worn under her skirt. He caught a glimpse, at that moment she looked up and caught him and quickly crossed her legs. Their eyes met. Poor norcal doesn’t know how to face them now. Both families play tennis together, swim together and go to church together. He was seeking guidance from the good people at Talk Tennis Warehouse. The good Senator then offered this advice.
Senator Jay Bullworth (rubbing his Jill-gel inbued chin): “Hmmm…interesting Jerome. (chuckle). Why not?……Hey Janet, gimme a minute; we’ll continue the lesson later.”
I see London, I see France, guess what norcal saw by chance?
His neighbor’s hoo-hoo caught his glance, and put poor norcal in a trance
It started innocently on a swing, norcal first caught sight o’ that ‘thing’
“Not fur nothin’ butterfly wing, but there it was: Bada-Bing!”
The neighbor’s wife ain’t no flirt, but now she reeks of: disconcert
‘Cause norcal’s gaze, ever so alert, spied the cherry glaze underneath her skirt
He gaze arrived at the fork in the road, and there it was: the motherlode
He thought: “I may end up in hell, but damn, that is one sweet clamshell!”
He knew that he should turn away, but consider what was on display,
He heart beat fast, his mouth got dry, she caught “The Catcher in her Rye”
She crossed her pins somewhat in shame, but norcal already ‘scoped’ her mane
She feared she’d flashed her bearded clam while norcal thought: “why thank you, ma’am!”
Now: how to mend the friendship crack; say “sorry” and just leave at that?
Both you saw her lovin’ cup, so maybe you should just clam up
Just ‘cause she played “Showin’ Shell” don’t mean you should land in hell
Who wears skirts and swoops on swings, and underneath don’t wear a thing?
norcal, you’re a normal man, fret not, it’s imbedded in our glands
Let ‘Miss Holy’ act appalled, but ‘twas ‘twats SHE who “flashed” it after all
Oi sir! she flashed oyster, she could’ve kept her mollusk cloistered
Chill, don’t get nervous; SHE gave you eye-candy lip-service.
Catching a deflated, bifurcated mini football tossed from the Joe Namath hometown of Beaver Falls is no reason to drive you up a wall; so stand tall. Why’d she suddenly forgotten to cover up with some cotten? You were mesmerized by what held your eyes; eyes ‘n thighs tell no lies. Just a simple, ‘grown up’ version of “peek-a-boo….I-see-you.” Don’t beat yourself up over it; beat yourself thinking about it instead (just keep it to yourself). Wishing you “flashes of brilliance” now and in the very near future, I remain,
Your loving servant,
Senator Jay Bullworth
