Mad Women Love Me a Lot
Mad Women Love me a lot.
That means nothing have I got
To things view from Worth of What,
Not spotless The-With-A-Blot…
From Mad Women lovers’ smiles:
Those who could like me walk miles,
Naked Ones glad about it;
To marry one digging my pit!
Years of disdain for bathrooms
But streets sweep with caring brooms…
God I bless for Pubic Hairs
Ably screening off Prized Wares
Still some day saleable
For A Madness stoppable!
BBC I trust can see
Could afford to let this be;
With Proverbs busier than bee…
I’d forgive: Winter’s Hot Tea.”
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