She walked boldly into the pub
Mutton dressed as lamb
In clothes that didn’t
suit her figure
Or her generation
She had too many miles
on the clock
From all the journeys
round the block
She was a real old spunker
With a bad case of
“tits on belly”
Plus she had hairy
armpits
And was decidedly
smelly
Nonetheless viewed through
beer goggles
She would look more
attractive
And would doubtless
see some action
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