GIRL IN THE WINDOW

I queued in the building society
Waiting my turn patiently
At window number one
Sat a blonde tanned by the sun
And at window number two
A petite brunette was in view
I waited wondering excitedly
Which young beauty would serve me
When light number three came alight
I was faced with a dreadful sight
The girl looked like a moose
With flesh all flabby and loose
With hair unkempt and wild
Doubtless she was the love child
Of a coupling quite absurd
Like Arthur Mullard and Bella Emberg