She found herself fetching
Despite all the retching
That happened whenever she passed
She looked a bit dumpy
Her trunk rather lumpy
From all of the junk she’d amassed
She tried to be flirty
But her hair was so dirty
That lice wouldn’t even come near
Her goal? To get lucky
Though things got more sucky
Year after miserable year.
Are You Reading Me?
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