It's beginning to look like slot in Brit's nest's
Shed of hair--pube mow.
Take a look up thighs, porn-star yen;
Hirsute pie is shorn, men.
This randy dame has clipped her mane to show.

These defringed shots we look at on Internet--
Boys can now explore;
It's a primpin'-it site they see,
Rumsfeld gushes, "Golly gee!"
It's a mown front door.

That hair is chopped a lot, dudes;
There's just bristle, no pubes.
Was it Schick or Bic or Gillette?
Like Yul Brynner's top, there isn't a mop.
Did you hope for a Chia Pet?
This mom weed-whacks the yard, abates
Kudzu that starts again.

It's beginning to look a lot like Brit's nest
Wedge fledge is spare, so
If you take a peep you can tell
Though she's not ready for Prell,
There is a sign of twine ex post waxo.
It's beginning to look a lot like Brit's nest's
Hell-bent for a start
On a sprigs crop upon her thing--
Like alfalfa, up they spring,
Slight fringe on her part.