Buddy Holly's Winter Dance Party

You're looking good in your powderblue suit,
I got on my heels and my malt liquer flute.
And the sitter has put the young ones to bed,
And I'll just say goodnight put a kiss on their heads,
Now, our phone number's are taped to the television set,
we'll be back around midnight, and there's food don't forget.

poem by Ursula De La Mer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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