About the Poem
I'm really quite secure in my "BlondeNess", folks, and common sense is normally one of my long suits. So I find that I occasionally have to indulge in some "Blonde" antics - just to keep myself in line.
Ode To Being Blonde
|by Nancy Ness|
|It matters not how smart you are
For if you are a blonde
Dead batteries in a new car
Will render senses gone.
Of course the doors are locked up tight
Forget remote control
The hood won't open, such a plight
To jump this Jag and roll
Oh, such a quand'ry, what to do?
The dealer said to me -
Did the thought occur to you
To op'n it with the key?
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