Sugar Mummy and Guidance Counseling

Can somebody, please, tell A Sugar Mummy That her sweet young guy is not a dummy Out of her The ‘Sugar’ what is left is ‘Mummy’ At last, her presenting as The Dummy? Can’t someone urge My Sugar Mummy To try a longer look at her tummy For the still bold presence of The Gummy That finally does return to her “A Granny” Or, still not finer, ‘An Aging Nanny? The Sure-To-Get A Nasty I Beg Your Pardon? From a cheating lover she has told “Well Done” And a much nastier and coarser I Beg Your Pardon, After vengeful claims of not having a farthing. Always, as at the last moment, A hurting, even heart-bleeding comment That does reveal her hidden rejection By one already championing her projection!