When Carl Was about twenty-two yours old, tall and handsome
with slight gay air, many women liked he decided to open
a feminine massage saloon.
It took time before the place got going he borrowed from me
which he repaid handsomely when his the business was established.
But he got bored with the work oiling fat thigh and let his hands
inside smelling vaginas and softly massage the clitoris
until the relaxed. Happy for a few hours.
Carl Hired an assistant a “Dr Fred” he looked like a man a woman
would have as a lover and his mien there was a half promise
that someday somewhere it would come to fruition.
He bought out Carl for a price under its value, but Carl was happy
he liked nothing better to come into my little bar drinking beer
trying to struggle writing lyric.
Dr Fred committed the cardinal sin: WOMEN TALK!
He had succumbed to temptation sleeping with a couple of them
it began as a whisper that was loud enough for the paper to hint
that all were not well. The feminine the saloon was closed down and
poor Fred got jail time as he was not a doctor.
Men must learn a moral here keep your mouth shut.