No aphrodisiac ain’t of much use

She was built like a brick shithouse

Ya,born with a silver spoon in her mouth

Her momma was an old  brown mouse

And her pa was  just a slimy louse.

 

She was built like a slick coalhouse

Where black birds used to roost.

Her brother had  gone for ten ego boosts

Her sister let all hell break loose.

 

She was in for life with those spooks

A horror in every nook

Her ma never learned her to cook

She ain’t never even read a book.

 

No aphrodisiac ain’t  of much use

When the Furies are on the loose

Do what you can to cook thet goose

Ain’t  so good to blow your own fuse.

 

 

 

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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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