Maggy Magola

Maggy Magola the twilight gal Who sold her thighs for half a dime, Was without any true pal And thought good morals were a crime. Her livelihood came from her flickering thighs That sparkled in the muffled semi-darkness of the streets; She took semi-distilled rum to harden her eyes As she danced to the most wobbly music beats. She sold herself too much to unquenchable lust Till she became a meal to the worms of the dust.