An Ode to Gazelles Most Weber Coeds we might call gazelles, Cunning muchachas with cocos like bells Bells made of ivory, oblate and full Of nothing - nothing but gossip or bull. Undoubtedly these larruping lassios will scream. God bless their dumb pans with "Mum" or cold cream. All hail to these pippins, these all wise gazooks, For they get their man by hook or by crook. Vesuvy was naught but an ice cold rivah To these hyar girls - they palpitates - they quivahs! Those goshgumptious coives are hard on the noives And geezah, as they walk, do them coivos swing and swoive! Then farewell to the arms of those beelzebub women, These ambiguous, voluptuous tempestuvus demons. No doubt these scented tabbies raise ned With their sirrupy chatter from minds so plumb dead. but no slug could over think good of such squab If just once he heard on eat corn off a cob! Twinkle, twinkle, little star, Hold your breath cause here I are. "My booful little squidjust "Dollo," Quoth Flord - my buddy, known as Poll, "You fill my soul as full of hope As luscious seltzer cantaloupe." Mush molon! Vernal Spackman to girl friend: "I'm terribly sorry I was so late, but I was detained in giving the Salvation Army from my 57th to 90th suits. It was the least I could do, y'know." A goodly cig is "Sugar" Cain. Her highly spirits never wane. And too, she has a sunny smile That make guy think life's worth while.