Stopping by Hooters on a Snowy Evening

by Albert Van Hoogmoed

WHOSE wings are these, I do not know.
He's prob'ly in the bathroom, though.
He will not see me stopping here
to eat these wings before I go.

And what about that waitress there,
the one with all that auburn hair?
She's barely fitting in her clothes
like all the other servers there.

My wife said, ''Don't you go in there,''
but I think that just isn't fair.
A man should get to be a man,
and free to stop in anywhere.

I'd best be leaving, that I ought.
There could be quite a battle fought,
and hell to pay if I get caught;
a lot of hell if I get caught!

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