stick 'em up and out and on,
hold 'em wide and hold 'em long,
give 'em a kiss and breathe in deep
while I decide which eye to keep.
perhaps your ears, you don't need both,
though one's not funny, just uncouth.
or maybe I'll aim lower still,
no more hands dipped in the till,
take off the shoulder, or just the wrist,
don't be afraid, I won't miss.
I won't point them at your feet,
but maybe somewhere in between...?