Body pierced, and tooth of gold,

Ragged shorts, with tattoos bold.

Bald as a coot, and loudly whistling,

Behind their curtains, neighbours bristling.

How he makes her senses tingle.

Glad she feels that she is single.

Though they think him very shady,

She knows he treats her like a lady.

She has felt the brunt of scorn

Ever since her babe was born.

Times have changed, now going steady,

Out each night with fearless Freddie.

Ginseng is out, and so are pills.

Nature's best for lots of thrills.

He's red hot, and full of passion.

Her toy boy now, the latest fashion. By Mrs Joan Foster

Jubilee House, Moor Lane

Bolton

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