THE LINEUP

Given a lineup from which to choose,
That lineup I would first peruse.
Then I'd devise a test
So I could pick the best
If they didn't conspire to confuse.

Can you imagine such a scene --
All scrubbed up and clean,
A bevy of beauties
And maidenly cuities --
And how cleverly they preen?!

Their sexy, scant attire
Would set my heart on fire.
Their hair would be perfection,
And to be my selection
Clearly their hearts' desire.

Of course it's not reality.
Such a thing you'll never see.
But it's fun to imagine.
And can you imagine
How happy I would be!

Due to care while in her rooming,
A marvel in her perfect grooming,
Each would be standing in her place,
With a smile on her pretty face.
That much I am assuming.

I'm assuming also that
Their tummies would all be flat,
None would bring a bulging belly
Nor bad breath or B.O. smelly,
Knowing I couldn't cope with that.

And, much too young for wrinkles
Or problems when they tinkle,
They'd be tan and showing wealth
In the form of perfect health
And feeling in the pink, oh.

And all of them well educated,
Which can't be overrated.
On current events none would stumble.
Yet they'd all be humble,
Having erstwhile tables waited.

If the truth would be emergin',
They wouldn't all be virgin
But would be appreciative
And respond in ways creative
If men on them were splurgin'.

In a situation of such favor
With such great girls to savor,
I could harldy lose
However I might choose.
Yet, which one has the best flavor?

Though I'd strive to be fair,
I would proceed with care.
For, as I'm sure you know,
I'd be dying to know
What each gal had to share.

Of course, they'd all be smart.
I know that in my heart.
They'd all have great personalities,
Free of troubling abnormalities.
Hear's how I would start:

Myself I would introduce,
Thinking that to be of use.
I'd ask each gal her name,
And, without a trace of shame,
Her I'd mentally seduce.

And, though it's rather crude,
I'd imagine her in the nude
And how it would be to wake up
To her with messed up make up
Or in a somber mood.

I'd give each one a hug,
Check out her little mug,
And slyly steal a kiss.
If her kiss was purely bliss
And not some kind of ugh,

I would whisper in the ear
Of that kissable little dear,
And her boobs I'd surely heed.
If they appeared to meet my need,
I'd take a gander at her rear.

If her buns were not to fat,
I'd engage her in chit chat.
I'd ask what she expects.
Then I'd move on to the next
When I'd heard enough on that.

If by my inspection
Two were of perfection,
I'd base my final choice
On sultryness of voice
And clarity of complexion.

By an exercise of will,
The task I would thus fulfill.
And I'd have a lot of fun
Picking out that special one
Who best would fill my bill.