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Seven Foot Lunch Three genteel ladies went lunching At a sophisticated hotel. Their elevator door opened; They gasped, and their faces fell. A seven-foot man was inside, With an intimidating expression. They got in anyway; They were the very souls of discretion. "Sit!" the man yelled, and they sat, In their luncheon finery, They went up; then the door slid aside; The man left, abashedly. His dog had been behind him; At lunch they got a note. The basketball star paid their bill; "My apologies, and my treat," he wrote.