Her Love For it Was Like A Plum
Her love for it was like a plum It grew so sweet within her tum And with a wiggle of her bum She set right out to see love done A curse had made the land its lair It lay o'er all like willow hair Oh it could strip the body bare So filled the people with despair A Shadow Curse without a light Yet she would kindle romance bright And so in moony dark of night She went to it bereft of fright And hugged the curse, the wicked blight Then, so sharply, pain did come It chewed her flesh like scrumptious gum She trickled, she burst, she started to run.