About Them Whores

A SILLY POME
"you have a box that you carry wherever you go"










The whores went out to play today;

They danced around and knocked about

They drank stale liquid from a water spout.

A hoop, a stick, a bouncing bosom


made their fun

all that more amusin'.

When the moon began to come out

you finally knew what they were about.

OUT came the whiskey! The dice! The sin!

Oh you will never picture it.

Around the fire they did dance,

and call feral gods and yell and prance.

The morning next the whores awoke

to rip-ped panties and the smoke


of the fire of their hearts,

from which they were so early forced to part.

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for C.W.!