Grease
- Beverly Stock
- Mar 24, 2020
- 1 min read
Updated: Dec 31, 2020
A poem by Beverly Stock.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I like a drive-thru,
Just as much as you. But forget the chocolate sundae. Just give me a carton of fries,
So I can spot grease on my,
Blouse, pants and thighs.
"A moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips."
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