The Prima Donna
Even though she squints
From bad eyesight,
It seems that old prima donna
The moon
Hasn't lost her bite,
She still gives the freight trains
A rabid fright,
As she squats
And pisses blood
When she's tight,
On to their passage
In to the night.
Submitted: January 05, 2018
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