O the jaded pomp of Deseri and all her malevolent witchery— It’s just too bad And not too sad These are matched by her misery.
Back in the day Doreen was quite busty and an on-her-back young lusty; but the bust drooped, and the back stooped, and now Doreen is an upright old fusty. Darrel was a boasty young lust sparking Doreen for her bust; but the lust went gloppy and Doreen went floppy. Now Darrel’s an crusty old fust.
The old man asked “feed me please” “All I have is Cottage Cheese,” I said. “Large curd,” But he heard the rhyming word— And would not eat my Cottage Cheese.
They ogled young Godiva of Beruit who was known to be beautifully hirsute, but, alas, not lewd for she covered when nude by weaving hirsute for her suit.