A good girl, till she went off the rails,
She runs round with single white males.
She screws and drinks gin
With her partners in sin,
In comparison with whom she pales.
Tag: sin
A fitting end
Yes, she knew what a sin she’d committed,
Great fun, though! she slyly admitted .
She’d thought at the start
It might tear her apart,
In the end,though, thank God, it had fitted!