Her pristine reputation besmirched,
She gyrated and yo-yoed and lurched,
To her poor father’s shock,
As she rode on the cock
Of the boy upon whom she was perched.
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Her pristine reputation besmirched,
She gyrated and yo-yoed and lurched,
To her poor father’s shock,
As she rode on the cock
Of the boy upon whom she was perched.