In the dawn, with doubt and sorrow,
Come the sad ex-virgin band;
Queuing up for their prescriptions
That they take with trembling hand.

Last night was a smashing party,
Full of drinks and fun and laughter,
Now they come for reassurance
And that pill called "morning after."

 * * *

A thing that every man abhors
In little girls that turn to whores,
Though their prices are elastic,
Far too few of them take plastic.

* * *

Those who of talent have bugger-all,
Finish up writing this doggerel;
Those to whom rhyming is natteral
Probably pen instead catterel.

I'm not humble, I'm not bashful,
I'm just being Ogden Nashful.

Tiddy - keeping sanity at bay.

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Last updated: Mon, 13 Sep 1999.