Firm and full in his pants (she HAD checked)
Bulged the object she yearned to inspect
So her hand slipped inside
To caressingly slide
Out his . . . wallet. What did you expect?
A magazine writer named Bing
Could make copy from most anything
But the copy he wrote
Of a ten-dollar note
Was so good he now lives in Sing Sing.
Sing Sing is a state prison just north of New York City.
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