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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