Hold My Purse Until I Get Back

Sure, honey, take your time.

Hold My Purse Until I Get Back

 

By Elton Camp

 

Robert’s wife sees a long-lost friend

And leaves him with her purse to tend

 

Somehow, that makes him fair game

For any snide remark, however lame

 

A man calls out, “Why hi there homo

You carry your purse wherever you go.”

 

Then a young woman makes a catty cry

“Why, for a purse like yours I’d die.”

 

Robert just grins but he doesn’t mind

She leaves & he gets a peek at her behind

 

At the next rude sneer he knows what to do

“Watch out or I’ll snap my compact at you.”

 

Because in his own masculinity he’s okay

He can laugh at people who talk that way

 

“My friends all know I don’t carry a purse

So why at total strangers should I curse?”