She's mouthsinging
'wonderfully wonderfully pretty'
and all the rest and all the rest
to some gimpish boy, some callow youth
of indeterminate haircut
and nylon tanktop ensconced in the corner of the bar
and he says 'how comes you know
all the words to this old one?'
I would now like to curl up and
dribble in my basket please
She - being the cat's mother of course - is
a delightful creature that some fiendish lechers
shooting arrows from lustful eyes till crossed
embossed, and double-glazed in dreaming
of having her, with or without cream
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