Susie, the Floozie

I had a rival whose name was 'Susie' The streetwalker I'd nicknamed 'the floozie' Through the night she would strut Wiggling her pudgy butt If only I'd been holding an Uzi! One night Susie and I had quite a spat She called me a brat. I chided, "You're fat!" But when she pulled my hair I felt my temper flare Bellowed at her, "Susie, you're not all that!"' She said I was such an annoying prig I tore off her cheesy Barbie Doll wig Her horse teeth were gnashing as she lay there, thrashing Squealing much louder than a suckling pig. Told her I knew her buxom boobs were fake She shrieked like a witch, burning at the stake I turned to walk away That's when I heard her say "You'd better be afraid of me, Cupcake!" I stopped and glared into her startled face Susie cringed as I stepped into her space I smiled with hands on hips Laughed at her trembling lips Then calmly whispered, "Name the time and place." March 6, 2022 Tall Tales 1 Poetry Contest Sponsored by Jeff Kyser