There was a young woman who lived in a shoe

 

There was a young woman who lived in a shoe,

She had so many lovers and so much to do,

Her neckline was plunging, her skirt up to here,

Her legs where to die for, her body revered.

She's everyone's darling, the drool of the school,

She teaches piano for which there's a queue,

Her fingers are long, manicured, and refined,

Her pupils have trouble with tempo and time.

Her manner distracting, her smile it disarms,

She dresses to kill and she does it in hearts,

She doesn't want broth and she doesn't want bread,

Just someone to spank her and put her to bed.

© Joseph G Dawson