Mary at an early age <br />cried each night and loudly <br />father put her in a cage <br />showed the cage off proudly. <br /> <br />Well the cage did not fulfill <br />what they had intended, <br />mother thus gave her a pill <br />and the trouble ended. <br /> <br />But, you guessed it, Mary slept <br />through her basic urges, <br />when before she had just wept <br />now she had the purges. <br /> <br />Purges, just in case you ask <br />are what folks attend to <br />picky ones might wear a mask <br />those from Sacramento. <br /> <br />Thus, when Mary's parents woke <br />fumes hung near the ceiling <br />father fainted, had a stroke <br />mother showed less feeling. <br /> <br />Ambulance took Dad away <br />Mother cleaned the cacca, <br />she was in no mood to stay <br />moved to Port-O-Laca. <br /> <br />Little Mary grew inspite <br />up to be a looker, <br />now a lady of the night, <br />some would call her hooker. <br /> <br />Twenty seven years she slept <br />with a huge selection, <br />men felt sorry if she wept <br />over their erection. <br /> <br />Mary had a lengthy life <br />never saw a doctor, <br />took a floozy as a wife, <br />though the gender knocked her. <br /> <br />Balance is what Mary sought <br />contrast to the many suitors, <br />men were dumb, had to be taught <br />how to use their hooters. <br /> <br />Mary did retire then, <br />age four scores and twenty <br />had a party with two men <br />and they hooted plenty.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mary-s-predicament/
