In the d _ _ _ _ _ _ _ my sister had,
When I was but a little lad,
Was many a pretty plastic belle
Whom I could dress - undress as well,
Or take to bed - whate’er my fad.
Now I’m a man (though not a cad),
A living doll can drive me mad,
That’s why I watch the carousel
In the D _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
Around they go, scantily clad,
In a gogo-Olympiad.
There’s every type, from Jezebel
To demure doe-eyed demoiselle -
It makes you want to blow your wad
In the D _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
© Bangkok Byron, 2007. All rights reserved by the author.


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