The blonde had a problem; her tire went flat,
She rolled to the shoulder and there the car sat.
And out of the trunk, she extracted a man
Of cardboard and stood him behind her sedan.
The man was quite tall and his raincoat was long.
In front it was open, displaying his dong.
As drivers went by, they all slowed down to leer
‘Til traffic was tied up for miles to the rear.
A highway patrolman then pulled up behind,
And jumped out and claimed she was out of her mind
For clogging up traffic so horribly tight
By showing off such a deplorable sight.
“Just what is that thing, so perverse and so bare?
And why is it standing behind your car there?
The blonde was surprised that the cop couldn’t see
“Emergency flasher. What else would it be?”
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