I once met a lady
so elogant and proud
so jealous and twitty
she shuddered out loud
when spotting me conversing
with a priest traversing his flock
she imagined her place of first
lady defrocked so inquisitioned
me like Dominican Royalty
did she and where exactly
did I live, demanding to know
as though I had to show her
with retiscence I humored her
'In a crack house I am sure
because it's all of your business'
so she told her high priest
who called the police
and found me in my mansion relaxed
and wrote a citation which read
"you have ten days to get your legs waxed."
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