Cash On the Barrel Head
A lady "as fat as a blimp"
Went to work for a local pimp
Her big toothless grin
Invited men in
She was proud they all went home limp
Her pimp declared her a winner
"Beauty's skin deep!" said a sinner
A man in her queue
Said, "Listen to you!
Come on, and I'll help you skin her!"
The vicar put on his high hat
Shouting, "Sinners are just like that!
Oh, where is the shame?
We all share the blame!"
One and all kept chewing the fat.
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