Virginia Green is so Petite,
A Portrait of Beauty from her Head to her Feet.
With Hair spun gold that frames a face,
That \'Helen\' herself did famously grace.
Deep Eyes of blue that pierce your Skin,
And tell of Nights of Ceaseless Sin.
The body formed Aphrodite blest,
A young man\'s dream in a Cotton Dress.
Such a dainty mouth of Strawberry Red,
That speak of Tracks that lead to Bed.
A Sultry Voice of Honey and Silk,
With Skin as fine as the Smoothest Milk.
And were Legs ever crafted to prove the Rule,
Of Perfection formed and Bernini to drool.
And so it was being Flesh and Blood,
I tried my Luck as a Chancer would.
But her Husband Dave is 6ft.5,
No meaner Creature I think alive.
He\'s an angry sort, a dangerous Man,
A Judo King being a Black Belt Dan.
For he took exemption to me hanging around,
Near his gorgeous wife like a Lovesick Hound.
So if you ever do Visit to view my Fate,
Don\'t bring me Flowers or even Grapes.
Just say my Name when you do arrive:
One Cast in Plaster within Ward 5.