That woman’s amazingly tasty
for a ‘lady’ of her kind of ilk.
She’s brass, has no class, but a fan-tastic arse,
and her legs are like rivers of milk.

She wears skirts she just shouldn’t be seen in
(but I guess that she isn’t for long)
They’re mostly the sort that are ever so short
and her underwear’s always a thong.

Oh, I wish I could summon up courage
to ask her how much she would charge
to show me the ropes but, against other blokes,
my manhood is not very large.

I just couldn’t bear to be laughed at
when my boxer shorts drop to the ground.
So I’ll just scurry by, avoiding her eye
and reflect I’ve just saved fifty pounds