A Blonde Went a Skippin'

A BLONDE WENT A SKIPPIN’

Once in a time a blonde was a skippin’

And from all the wind her hair was a whippin’

It covered her eyes and she fell on her face

And dirtied her dress made of tacky pink lace

She picked herself up and went skippin once more

And lookin’ a mess she skipped toward the store

With chocolate in hand she waited in line

For soon on the chocolate this blonde ditz would dine

She paid the poor clerk, which took her forever

Counting out pennies is quite an endeavor

So on that blonde went, eatin’ and skippin’

But from all the wind her dress was a flippin’

A boy down the street couldn’t help but to stare

As he caught quite a glimpse of this blonde’s underwear

And in big red letters her undies said “Monday”

And he laughed to himself cause today it was Sunday.