'You are the love of my life...first, and last, husband.
We'll be together till the end of time...
I'll wash your Gold Wing Touring bike.'

'Didn't know it was dirty.
What's the screwdriver for? '
'Those hard-to-reach places.'
He bought the truth...but, I held Aces.

You never run a bluff
On the 'clean-up' batter.
Don't 'call' her hand...
She'll show you what's the matter....

'I'm taking the car...
Bike won't start.'
'Okay. Maybe I
Washed the wrong part.'

'What part, Lover? '
'All those wires.
I unscrewed
The engine cover...'

Three days' vacation
That Gold Wing sat and had.
Touchdown for the Home Team! ! !
Ain't that just too damned bad.

elysabeth faslund

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