Renee Marechal McKenna Poems

Johnny on a bar stool wagging his tongue
The tale he's spinning, boring and wrung
One brew after another this fellow is fearless
Better for him had he been beerless
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Care to rent me instead of marriage
Forget the need of a baby carriage
Till death us do part is an option
Consider rent by the week a caption
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Four old broads out to lunch
All those goodies a happy bunch
Clippings of diets home in a drawer
All the better to order more
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