“Hey check these out, Jimmy”, said he to the lad.
“What’s that, Alijandro?” he said to his dad.
“It’s a pair of old panties and they smell kind of sweet,
So I stand here in hopes of their owner to meet.”
“But father, you’re married!” said the boy in disgust.
“So what?” said the father, “still do I lust!
My wife is a homo and therefore I must
Get laid one last time, ‘fore I’m laden with rust.”
“But how, my dear father, do you hope to succeed
to hide this affair and your woman mislead?”
“I thought for a while deceit would be wise
but then I discovered a better disguise –
I’ll dress up in drag and the woman, surprise
We three, then we’ll do it, then say our goodbyes.
But before that, young man, while I lie ‘tween her thighs
I’ll divulge to her trust that I’m burdened with lies.”
“That,” said the boy, “is the honorable thing,
that’s how we do it when women, they cling.
That’s how we move from one dame to the next
That’s how it’s ordained in the sanctified text.”
“That’s right, my dear pauper, your pennies please save
For you’ll always be poor and that’s how you’ll behave.”
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