Sow Succcess
I'm pregnant and I don't know why
Perhaps some stranger from the sky
Knocked me up on the sly
I feel so bad that I could die
Woe is me
I'm Polish and I don't know how
A guy says "Hi", and I'm like a cow
Sometimes I think I am a sow
A real porker, let me take a bow
Glad am I
I'm wicked and I don't know why
It easy to bribe me with fresh apple pie
Or even with a howdy-hi
I act as if I was born in a sty
Limp am I
So please young man don't give me a chance
To burrow deep within your pants
And perchance dance upon your lance
Or make some other untoward advance
Sore am I.
And so in fairness, I must confess
Less is more and more is less
And I'm happier with more than less I guess
More will lead to greater success
Faux is me
Contributors: | Francine, N, Karin, Randy, Anon., F, Ms. anon, Grayman. |
Poem finished: | 31st July 2003. |