GIRL IN THE WINDOW

 

I queued in the building society

Waiting my turn patiently

At window number one

Sat a blonde tanned by the sun

And at window number two

A petite brunette was in view

I waited, wondering excitedly

Which young beauty would serve me

When light number three came alight

I was faced with a dreadful sight

The girl looked like a moose

With flesh all flabby and loose

With hair unkempt and wild

Doubtless she was the love child

Of a coupling quite absurd

Like Arthur Mullard and Bella Emberg