Party Girl

Tracy

Tracey loves to tipple,
This you all should know,
But when she's had a few drinks,
She puts on quite a show.

When she throws a party,
Two things are a must,
A half a case of bundy,
And a bucket that won't rust!

She really loves small children,
Cares for them in her job,
When you get fed up with yours,
At her place they can lob.

She has a varied wardrobe,
But knickers - she won't wear,
This gets her quite excited,
As the wind blows thru' her hair.

Tracey has a favourite toy,
It's called a telephone,
She seems to have a problem though,
Leaving the damned thing alone.

A call from her can last a while,
I'm sure you'll all agree,
There's just one thing I'm grateful for,
Mark pays the bill - not Me!

Tracey likes her washing machine,
With all its' agitations,
She likes' to sit upon the lid,
And feel its' good vibrations.

Trace likes to play strip poker,
At our house she's not able,
Last time she came round for a game,
She slipped and broke the table.

Tracey loves to party,
Yes, party all the time,
Its doesn't matter whose hubby she grabs,
Whether it's hers - or yours - or mine!

Tracey is a good mate,
To have when things go wrong,
'Cause when your world is upside down,
She helps you to be strong.

Mark and Tracey's house is full,
Of friendship, love and laughter,
But if you stay for breakfast,
It's McDonalds the morning after.

Mandy, Gibbo, Chris and Paul,
Gramps, Scotty and us too,
We all feel welcome in this house,
We're sure they'll welcome you.

©The Markar - 1994

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