Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion
She was the damsel of his watery eyes,
Thick of chest, even thicker of thighs.
She wore her favorite dress each day,
Turned inside out to hide old stains.
Her bra had long since lost one cup,
So now her breasts are "Down" and "Up"
Instead of being Ms. Left and Right
(With decolletage it makes a sight!)
Her hairy legs when rubbed together,
Tell the temperature and the weather.
Her left knee thinks its all alone,
Because her right knee it's never known.
She is the wench of Houston town,
She loves Balladeer when he's around.
She is the apple of his devilish eye,
And a Toerag dream of the Produce aisle.
Lest you think that I don't admire,
This brazen woman of wit and fire,
Then think again. I think she's grand,
So in friendship I offer her my hand.