If You're Into That Kind of Thing

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If You're Into That Kinda ThingCrowd of bluehairs knittin poodle sweaters n rumors in the parkhuffin n puffin at muscleshirts n miniskirtsand quotin Matthew n Markthen a patrolman on a pony ridin bycaught ol Miss Priss' cataract eyethen that mounted cop took his ridin cropand gave his hoss a swat on his hard backsidejust then Miss Priss laid a shock on ev'ryonewhen she said a good spankin might be funthen her wrinkled cheeks burned redshe got embarrassed and said"if you're into that kinda thingif that's the way your sick mind swingsnot that I could ever like itif I git a sinful thought I fight itbut that sorta scene's the stuff of dreamsif you're into that kinda thing"preacher started the service in the proud hills of Carolinethe bride wore white but she was sweating cos this weddingwas the groom's second timeand just before he smiled and said "I do"his ex jumped up like a panther from the pewthen both his girls got to pullin curlsrasslin, flashin squirrel and swearin, toothen when those wildcats fin'lly stoppedthe preacher tugged his collar and said 'that was pretty hot"it hushed up in that churchhousewhen he wiped his browand said "if you're into that kinda thingif that's the way your sick mind swingsnot that I could ever like itif I git a sinful thought I fight itbut that sorta scene's the stuff of dreamsif you're into that kinda thing"(c)2006 Robert George