Politically Incorrect Mutterings, Mostly I think it's poems so in with poems it goes |
| Harlow's gal of the evening pursued Gable's heartbreaking hunting hunk of humanity He fell for the erstwhile lady of the manor married to the only gentleman around Jungle drums echoed Myrna Loy and Gable tonight! Not so noble after all Harlow filed her nails, washed her hair, biding her time "Get a sense of humor, will ya?" Endless debate no less Aw, The merits of cheese!
Note: Gable chose humor over glamour. Unheard of! He fell for the hooker instead of the lady. Knowledge of cheese is a powerful thing in the right hands or hooves. |
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