Ironic Poem About Prostitution
When I was young and had no sense
In far-off Mandalay
I lost my heart to a Burmese girl
As lovely as the day.
Her skin was gold, her hair was jet,
Her teeth were ivory;
I said, "for twenty silver pieces,
Maiden, sleep with me".
We'll see how this poem ends after The Jump.
She looked at me, so pure, so sad,
The loveliest thing alive,
And in her lisping, virgin voice,
Stood out for twenty-five.
Wasn't that a lovely poem?
Yes, that was a lovely poem. (3 votes)
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Yes, what a clever little poem! (7 votes)
21 total votes