I’m in the Park with my friend Jack, who’s harboring a broken heart, I thought he’d be over by now, but alas, he still carries a torch, for Lisette.
She’s a beauty all right, a real head turner without a care in the world who left Jack, flat, for an Englishman, without as much as a wave, never mind a Dear Jack letter.
I try telling him, he can’t take it personally since she’s French, spoiled, and used to getting her own way, pointing out she’s not all that interesting anyway, after getting passed her one-ply packaging…all smoke and mirrors, I tell him.
“Jack,” I say, “you’re handsome and smart, well mannered not to mention fit and funny. She’s just a twit, who gets her hair done a lot.”
He’s looking at me with his big brown eyes. “What did you say? But she’s such a pretty twit?”
Men, they love the chase, don’t they.
Last I saw Lisette, she was in her Burberry raincoat about to cross Fifth with Edwardo, who she walks in the Park with most days.
You can’t miss her, with her jet black curls held back with Chanel clips. Yes, she’s high-end, whose nails painted ruby red, glisten in the sunlight.
I see what Jack finds so alluring but know, he just needs to meet someone new.
Hey, here comes Mindy, with those long legs, who looks just like a Ziegfeld Girl.
Jack, the gentleman he is, stands up, and well, the rest and best, is yet to come.
Oh yeah, did I mention Jack’s a German Shepherd, Mindy a Greyhound and that bitch, I mean Lisette, a French Poodle?
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