343. Nancy
I met this girl
she’s covered in skin
I know what you’re thinking
it’s a crying sin
her’s got no roses, no barbed wire
no celtic symbols, no skulls on fire
she’s got no writing anywhere
she’s even got some pubic hair !
she’s not Brazilian
you understand
and she’s not the sort to be underhand
but a hairy beaver’s a bit much
for my delicate sensibilities touch
I’m munching carpet, but long for lino
it’s like the thicket on a bearded wino
and no adornments to take my fancy
no pierced clit, no Chinese “Nancy”
to make the hole experience proper
she’s a lovely lass but I’ll have to drop her
I wonder what it’s coming to
but a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do
so I told her straight – It’s not me, it’s you
start to act normal, get a tattoo.