Miss Mary Pound
There was a girl called Mary Pound
Who was quite full & round
Her nights were about the same,
Lurid, sultry, & not at all tame;
In another’s bed she could be found.
Hefty Hideaway gal, Ms. Pound,
Really loved to sleep around
to avoid family shame
She used another name
With an exotic sound.
Voluptuous & divine, Marie Le Frond,
Big, supple, fluid as a pond,
Charms always in demand,
& never cause for reprimand
When her birthday suit’s donned.
One day Marie Le Frond
Slipped & fell into a pond
Rescued by a strange man’s hand
She’s now only in demand
As Missus Ala Monde.
The girl called Mary Pound
No longer sleeps around
& her life is a bit more tame
Since she changed her name;
Raising her brood she can be found.
All the men miss Mary
Their palms are getting quite hairy
Their own gals they can’t find
For they’re slowly going blind
& some even turned fairy.
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