Adelina

She wears a black dress,

Adelina does.

And it swishes

As she sways

To the music

That I play.

Oh and those curves,

yeah those curves,

Demand that I stay.

--Angstrom Heineken

She's Got Legs

"Do you like my legs?"

"Say," the girl on the bike said, stopping on her bike in front of my house. "Have you got a minute?"

"Sure," I said nervously, leaning against my leaf rake.

"Do you see how smooth my legs are?"

"Yep," I said, trying not to stare. Wowza.

"Do you know how they got so smooth?"

"Have no idea. Shaving? Electrolysis? Waxing? Beats me."

She beamed a great smile. "I rub pizza on my legs every night at bedtime."

"What?"

"Pizza. The sauce keeps my legs silky. You have to wait for it to cool down though." She leaned over and ran a hand from her ankle to her knee. "Smooth and silky."

Man this chick is weird. "Well, that's an interesting new use for pizza. I like to eat it myself."

She looked horrified, and put a hand up to her mouth.

"Ewww! Seriously?"

"Um yeah. That's what it's for."

She stood there a moment, before putting a foot on the pedal.

"Well, I better be going. Bye." She shoved off and pedaled away. A few houses down, she turned her head, looked at me, then looked away, shaking her head.

These leaves aren't going to rake themselves, I thought, and resumed the chore. Dinner will be soon, Alberta is making pizza tonight. ♷

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Jericho Plunk is an independently wealthy crap face who tries his best to be social.