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!
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