''To Dona'': a Biographical Sonnet

You bragged of giving your cousin good head for the huge sum of twenty U.S. Dollars tho' you felt you're worth one-hundred instead: so Dona, you are no lady or scholar (as you like to believe). Of your hundred lovers or more you prefer all the black guys; grinning, you were so proud to have bedded them because of their enormous cock size. So when you deceived me (you wily Lolita!) and stole my virginity you—so proud of yourself—smiled like the repugnant Medusa while I, repulsed (by you), can cry out loud 'cause you're so crude and crave 12-inch long schlongs even your dad says your beaus ne'er stay for too long!