Polly And Me

Flo was a very wonderful gal,
The kind who would make a young man a pal.

She had the largest room that she could get,
Shared by a canary and talking parrot, her pet.

She worked in an office doing all right,
A good typist and was very bright.

In the office Ted was her boss,
Which to Flo was no loss.

They got along just fine,
Now and then he took her out to dine.

One night when they were out she was told by Ted,
That the middle of next month they would be wed.

Going home her heart was in a flutter,
I love him, I love him, was all she could mutter.

Getting ready to retire, she left on the light,
When she was nude the scattered clothes were a sight.

Peep, peep, went the canary, as big as he could be,
Polly said, "Peep, hell, take a good look, it's free."

*****

I thought this poem was published but, after taking a second look, I find no evidence that it was. Taking an old joke and making it into a poem is not an easy task if you are trying to get it published.

Since this is a joke that Dad often told, I would guess that this is one of the first jokes he tried to convert. I am inserting it for two purposes. One, to give a complete idea of Dad's writings and two, to illustrate what was possible before political correctness became the norm.

And yet, talking to experienced art instructors, I find that a double standard existed until the mid-60's. While female models posed complete nude, in Colorado the totally male model didn't enter an art classroom until permission was given by the Supreme Court around 1965.