mearth
In the excitement I have written a poem....here it is,
"It's My Dad" by Mearth McConnell,
ok now that my dad can drive and change a flat, please
don't run over my new cat.
mork
Oh my poor little prison pooder, my san quentin quial,
how are you? Oh Mind, the anquish! The degragation!
But cute little dress though!
mindy
Mork, I feel so humilated! But I know what I am doing
is right. They took everything. They took my clothes,
they took my wedding band and then they fingerprinted
me and took mug shots! Mork, that woman over there
told me she murdered her husband!
mork
Ah Mind, murdered her husband? I mean come on she looks like Mrs. Cleaver!
louise bailey
Hi!
mork
Here are a few things to tide you over in case you're
here longer...here cigrattes to bribe the screws,
here's facial cream for an older woman and a harmonica.
the matron
Ok! Visiting hour's over, lets go shorty!
mork
You got it, Butch!
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