Pink Mouse Ballerina
Adorable Pink Mouse Ballerina was as flexible as they come
She had entranced most of the men, my brothers were some.
The rest of us trooped out of the mouse hole that warm summer day
To watch her gyrate and twist, and show her legs in a most daring way.
She is a common day walker, a hustler, a rogue, my grandmother said.
The boys disagreed, so she boxed them one at a time in their head.
If you ever bring home a mouse like this, I will disown you for sure.
Pink Mouse Ballerina did look unusually pliable, and a tiny impure.
My mother defended her for she had been a stripper in the day.
I know my grandmother said, but we did not find out right away.
By the time we knew you had sixteen children by my son.
Both women were angry by the time Pink Mouse Ballerina was done.
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