The wenches weave their web of winsome ways,
Leaving lovers in stitches in love's deepest ditches.
Soul-less creatures, crouched and crawling clays,
To be molded by the cruelest of nature's witches....
Center stage, the salacious sensuous seven sisters;
Proudly they page their paramours, come hither!
Each one ministers maliciously to their misters.
Veritable fruit on the vine, they fall and wither....
The buxom beauties display their bountiful treasure,
Pirouetting, pouting, posing for good measure,
Whirling, twirling, swirling in their dainty dancing;
Each and every one of them exotically entrancing....
Pathetic defenseless paramours, under their spell;
Each drops a drachma deep into the wishing well.
To them, the lorelei look-alikes lustfully befit 'em.
Already the trusting dolts don't know what hit 'em....
When you are finished playing with all their charms,
Your mind will sound all the bells, whistles and alarms.
Beware the wanton women, so wicked and wild!
They will leave you as helpless as a rich man's child....
