Red Dirt Girl speculated on the night time life of shop mannequins.
I had a few answers
Mannequins, by night.
Said the mannequin lass to her mate
"I so love the way you gyrate
But control your exertion
During the insertion,
As the splinters are the things that I hate."
Said the mannequin lass to her boy,
When he showed her his pride and joy,
“While it’s against my grain
To whinge and complain,
Is that a toothpick or just a decoy?”
“Do you mind if I smoke when we’re through?”
Said the Hickory man to the girl of Yew.
She replied “If our coition
Will result in ignition,
Perhaps just a hand job would do?”
Two mannequins escaped from their lashes
And engaged in the most passionate clashes.
The heat of their desire
Set their bodies on fire
And by morning their dreams were all ashes.
Mannequins are by day statuesque;
But by night they behave Romanesque.
One wooden-limbed swine
Took a young lady of pine
And nailed her, on the manager’s desk.
© 2012 J Cosmo Newbery
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