I read an ad in a daily newspaper
which more or less this message did contain:
"A good masseuse gives lessons every day,
with office hours after three o`clock."
And since I wanted to revitalize
my back, I went there hastily that day.
Revitalize my back? That was a joke!
I had to flee from there on hands and knees.
That was indeed perdition`s hole! In there,
all they made lighter was your pocketbook!
I had gone in with manners and respect,
with a prescription and my medical ID,
and in the midst of all that great confusion,
I even lost somehow one of my socks.


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