HUNG BY ANOTHER PEG
I lay, so hot, how loin-lust I felt
a wild, wild lady, a flirty Celt
I'd seen her flaunt in the bar that night
In mini, so busty, shaped with her belt
All my desires over time, she just right
so poised, proportioned, and the right height
across the room, I just had to stare
it was no wonder I just went tight
But I did go, approach her there
and flirt, her too, 'come to my lair'
she did, she teased, she had me beg
but then we loved, oh what a pair
Then whispered her 'I so love your leg
the middle one but I'm not your Meg
though to my dying day - oh this night!
I'm trapped, drowned in another man's keg.'