SHOPPING FOR A TREAT

You walk up to a window,
And this sexy, younger lass,
Asks if she can help you …
You can tell she’s awfully fast.

She asks about your order,
Do you expect some white whipped cream,
And if you want your nuts,
And her cherry with your dream.

When you’re done she reaches out
And fondles in her hands
A straight and rigid pipe,
Til it shoots our creamy strands.

Then she adds to it a napkin
And a plastic spoon, you see,
“That’s three dollars forty cents sir,
For your Dairy Queen sundae.