She strumpets all into the nights until
around her head the build-up\'s like fetid, gross cheese;
her lewdness makes the earth and sun stand still:
O Lord! What miracle it\'d be were she a tease!
Her grinning face I loathe and never miss;
to greet her with a large and phallic pecker
delights her—but I swear to God on this:
that I felt then the extreme need to deck her
at the knowledge of her one-hundred lovers!?
Deceived by her (that wily Lolita!),
I curse then forswear her and flee for cover
vowing henceforth to shun that Medusa.
So with luck and some serendipity,
I abscond her wiles with no STD!