A Trip Poem by George Hunter

I once took a trip to Milwaukee
Hoping to drink some beer
But it was the wrong time of the year
'Cause all that I saw was ice and snow
All the way up to my rear.
I saw my mistake and made a hasty correction
Turned my car around and
Went in the other direction.
Then I motored down to Old Mexico
And had me a cool Margarita
Served to me by a busty barmaid
Who said that her name was Conchita
As she sat down the glass
I made a quick pass
And patted her once on that beautiful ass.
She said, 'I'm from the Bronx, Mister.
If you do that again I'll give you a blister
Or maybe a fat lip,
That is, of course,
Unless you leave me a generous tip.

They say that
Men seldom make passes
At girls who wear glasses
But men often pat asses
Of girls that serve glasses.