Con Scent
There was a girl called Penny Lane
Who used to drive the lads insane
According to snitches
She'd drop her britches
To measure the inches she'd gain
Some lads would stare at her moon
Whilst others were given to swoon
But most made it clear
She had naught to fear
Because they would be coming soon
The good and the bad came and went
But never paid Penny one cent
Though each had their way
They all had to pay
STDs don't ask for consent!
03.IX.18
Contest Name EARLY SEPT 2018 STANDARD,ANY FORM,ANY THEME,UPTO A MAX OF 20 LINES
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Copyright © Rico Leffanta | Year Posted 2018
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