My first love was climbing the Ugly Tree
Whence came that avalanche
Twas then she fell from the Ugly Tree
Still, she managed to hit every branch.
She’d put out for chocolate or tobacca
I loved her, though others would scoff.
I loved her and called her “Two-Bagger”
(One for mine, in fear hers might blow off!)
Note: Nothing new here. Old jokes revamped.
Reece Kaye
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dirty-beggars-c-nt-be-choosers/
