My First Experience
Listen to everything I tell you son
You will see that you will have fun
Go to the house of Lady Loo
Knock on the door and do what I tell you to do
So with dad’s advice at hand I knock
The most beautiful woman from Bangkok
She gave me a welcoming embrace
And looked at my pimply braced face
Then she led me through a door
Into a room full of joys and more
“Lay her on the bed”
“And handcuff her hands to it behind her head”
So I did exactly what dad had said
With my face a bright pimply red
She said “who’s son are you boy?”
With my clothes off, she screamed “Mr. Smith’s” in joy
As her eyes googled my toy
Now me knees were knocking a tune
So I dressed and was out there with a zoom
Met my dad out side
He took me home in his ride
As my braces glisten by the light of the moon
He said “ That’s an experience, wasn’t it fun”
“Now I have a man for a son”
Three months later in the papers I read
Lady Loo found dead
Her hands handcuffed behind her head
As dry as a prune on her bed
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