So I say to the Mrs.
this one I got I think is hot
and so I'm thinking
I'll put it on display.
Now here comes Jack,
and Jack says "Well,
I see all the specks,
but I don't see the specs."
"I don't know Jack"
I say to Jack,
who for some reason
starts to laugh,
but Jack says "I don't see it.
I mean I do, but all those bells,
whistles, and smells
gets in the way."
Excuse me, I mean get.
Jack said get.
So I talk to the Mrs. again,
noticing grime in my fingernails
and that's when I remember
Jack said to me, "Actoolment,
I prefer Jock, sill vu play,
and as far as your little red thing,
it needs a little more work,
but Say Pa Moll, Say Pa Moll.
Varoom! Varoom! Varoom!"
Jock said walking away.
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