Sass

She was willowy, verging on gaunt, 
But nice tits, which she’d shamelessly flaunt…
Pretty, tight little ass,
And a mouth full of sass…
“Look, don’t touch… ‘less I tell you,” she’d taunt. 

Peepshow

Every night Miss O’Dare could be viewed,
Through her window, cavorting quite nude.
Cheeky schoolboys would fight
For a seat for the sight,
But respectable citizens queued.