YES-LADY-SHAMROCK-
IS-COLD-SHE
With his shamrock lady
life is no Shangri-La.
Pain, despair, damn grief,
first, second and third leaf,
she drives him to an Irish bar.
Yes to a bar she drives him,
his life no bed of lucky-clover.
When he lies beside her
she turns away, rolls over.
He is now a shambler,
drunk with Shamus and Shawn,
away with fairies, with leprechauns !
VAMPY-VALERIA
Ah Fenella Fielding
as smouldering Valeria
had men dreamily yielding
in their shared hysteria.
Oh to carry on screaming
throughout a long night
entertained by Valeria,
a wolf-man's sheer delight !
KIND-UNCLE-BOB
Kind Robert had a nephew
who was his brother's son.
The nephew was a nut
who purchased a gun,
shot his father's brother.
Bob's your uncle, he was gone !
CAPTURED-BY-YOUR-FISHNET-
STOCKINGS !
Into your shell-like ear
I'm the whispering tide,
"Spring has come, my dear,
and we're at the seaside.
The air here is fresh.
Fresh, salty, spicy, wet;
and girl your legs meshed
in stockings that are fishnet !"
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