Get him Shirley

I was thinking about Shirley the other day when I was down the shore at the butcher market. My boy and I picked up an Italian hoagie and soda, and saw this triflin' thang percolating down the boardwalk. You must've been thinking "you's are crazy" when I thought it sexy how that cherry water ice was dripping down her face.

I thought about her again the next day on union break up at the docks. Some guys from the local said they ran into her at the Acme Supermarket. They were like "Yo!" but she wasn't beat for it. Then I strolled up and was all "What's good then?" and she gave me dome back at the flat while I dropped a deuce.

I waved goodbye to her from the stoop as she walked toward the speedline station, and thought how good a mother she would make some day.