Ice

Stripper opens her steamer-trunk and a
midget jumps out of it!

Midget howling like a fiend!

I own a magic orange, says the midget.
Give me back my cigar!
Are there narcs in Iran?

Stripper hurls a few
trinkets at the midget and asks herself...

Is this the life I chose?
Midgets shrieking in a sex-club?

Let's go skiing instead, says the midget.
Skis hissing on the snow-pack!

Blue skies!
Blue skies!
Blue skies!

Skis hissing on the ice!