Playboy's Christmas Cards
December, 1974
To a Bisexual ProselytizerThe straight's a narrow path, you warn, Tradition's rusty trap. No perfect mate for man was born--It's just a bourgeois rap. We've listened to you sound the horn And if we do not clap, It's sometimes hard to get across A gender-ation gap.The funny side of weather's Your nightly tubeside style--Tornadoes with a tickle And earthquakes with a smile. But when your voice announces: "Now here's the weather, folks" We hurry to our basements To miss the hail of jokes....
