The Lady Charlotte Files
~Or~
What I Did in the Recession Daddy
By Peter Jarrette
There was
The Lady Charlotte
Who imbibed
the grapey harlot
She lost
her head and wet her bed
And blushed
a crimsony scarlet.
There was
The Lady Charlotte.
Whose
bottles delivered like starlet
By a chap with
his milk and her pyjamas of silk
And his
generous gushings on harlot.
There was The Lady Charlotte
Who was queasy and feverish a far lot
So she called on her friends to help her to mend
And they dragged her off to the bar lot
There was The Lady Charlotte
Whose suitor was more of an odd lot
So she bade him so long but returned to his throng
And pulled another with hot bott.
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