Gidget
There was an old virgin named Gidgett.
Always thinking of sex made her fidget.
Tho never deflowered;
no need of cold showers.
Satisfaction came via her digits!!
I finally get the bawdy thing!.. :-)
Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2014
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