Stopping by the Clinic on a Snowy Evening
Have I the clap? Though I should know,
it's tough when you're the village ho,
for every stranger who may cum
could deal an unexpected blow.
I play it straight and play it queer
depending on the atmosphere,
beneath young stallions half my age
or cougars of a vintage year.
I give my perky tits a shake
to see what kinds of friends they'll make.
(If you take pills to get erections,
then dare not gripe that mine are fake.)
But now I'm here with my MD
for pills to make me symptom-free,
with vials to go before I pee,
with vials to go before I pee.
Sent as a joke to PoetryAmerica
