Faintly Wild, Like Justice and Love
Though words will not do her justice
She's squat and vigorous and has purple hair
And smells faintly of mustard
None can resist her feminine wiles
Her deep croaky voice drives me wild
I've offered her diamonds and popcorn and stuff
She spurns them like a child
You see, I'm ensnared--madness, I know
But her mojo's much too strong
She's prone to hopfrogging, leapscotching and such
And then there's that skimpy little thong
| Contributors: | F, N, Karin. |
| Poem finished: | 28th August 2003. |