Spieling a Good Line
 
It would seem I’m spieling a 
Good line to this woman at the bar.
She’s set on comin’ home with me.
I see the two fresh heady drafts
The barkeep just set before us.
So I say, “Let’s quaff”
She says, “Oh, wow.  Is that anal?”
 
Then, it’s, “Can I bring a friend?”
Whoa, holy moly, a threesome.
“I’ll just call my husband and he’ll
Come over with the goat and whips.”
There are times when one excuses
Oneself and just slips out the back.