Miss Anna bell had just returned

Miss Anna bell had just returned from her big trip to New York City and was having refreshments on the front porch of her daddy’s mansion with her southern belle friends.

She tells them the stories of her trip as they stare spellbound.

“You just wouldn’t believe what they have there in New York City,” says Miss Anna bell.

“They have men there who kiss other men on the lips.”

Miss Anna bell’s friends fan themselves and say, “Oh my! Oh my!”

“They call them gay,” proclaims Miss Anna bell.

“Oh my! Oh my,” proclaim the girls as they fan themselves.

“They also have women there in New York City who kiss other women on the lips!”

“Oh my! Oh my,” exclaim the girls. “What do they call them?” they ask.

“They call them lesbo,” says Miss Anna bell.

“They also have men who kiss women between the legs, there in New York City,” sighs Miss Anna bell.

“Oh my! Oh my! Oh my,” exclaim the girls as the sit on the edge of their chairs and fan themselves even faster.

“What do they call them?” they ask in unison.

Miss Anna bell leans forward and says in a hush, “Why when I caught my breath, I called him Precious.”