Parallel Universe . 19
Encountered Miss Wanda in Sixty-two
She had just come down from the sticks
Wondered how any chick with such a big mouth
Could ever get herself into the mix
She showed us what the mouth was meant for
As she sunk right down onto her knees
What we didn't understand when she used her free hand
Was her absolute refusal to please
Then her opposite number Miss Hilly
Exploded on us like a bat out of hell
Miss Hill made us all feel like a Son of a Deal
and a morally reprehensible smell
So I threw myself at the stud tops
Whom I thought could please us all three
Miss Wanda got the meat, Miss Hill got the slops
As they worked their way back to dear little me
So it has gone through these forty-five years
Wanda worked her way down to the Big Easy
She sat on some glories and gross ejaculatories
That would make any one of us queasy
Hill married the beefy bear down from the hills
Who took my butt cherry on graduation night
She threw him over for a toe dancing dwarf
Who could never put up much of a fight
They criscrossed their way in and out of my existence
From Staten Island to West Hollywood Adjacent
They stamped and they screamed , made me wonder what I'd dreamed
Never could settle for being complacent
Finally I realized they had no room for my head
Or my feet (increasingly feeling like lead)
They were much more like Mars very little like Venus
When I knew what they wanted to be was my penis
So farewell to Miss Hill; you never gave me a thrill
Never gave much but a skinful of wounds
Farewell to Miss fey little W J
All I can say is, Dear Mesdames, godzounds,
After forty-five years, this fond farewell, my dears,
Only gives me the chills while I part with the Hots
And the clammy aftertaste of a terrible waste
balancing off you two incorrigible twats.
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