Not known as pretty, though red-haired and slim and tall,
Mary wasn’t bitter or complaining, wouldn’t carp.
Secretly she'd fantasize that she was Lucille Ball,
all dressed up while playing an imaginary harp.
True, she wore a see-through, peek-a-boo, blue negligée,
and left her curtains open, which was tricky,
but she just couldn’t not risk being just a touch risqué –
while waiting, every night, for darling Ricky.
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