The harridon harlot
Who went by miss Charlette
had a husband die fighting
with harquebus fireing
and that's when she took up her trade
Mr. Monorchid
was a monochromat kid
foolish at best but
his money was good but
She just couldn't make up her mind
Her scruple short lasting
of her husband secerning
She stripped, he was squermy
She dreamt of the scudi
and here she became who she was
Her langour and loathing
Her lusts for betroathing
lapped loud 'long lassitude
long years changed no attitude
but our harlet slowly grew rich
In her total travail
on trepan prevailed
he tangled her tightly
her tremulant, ghastly
and that's how our harridan died