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