A Pitifully Puny Prickly Whore.

You're invited to a pity party for Pitiful Penelope

who piously pitied petty people.

"Perfectly putrid," she would say,

of pitiful people's putrid ways.


"Poor Penelope," the people pined,

"pitifully perfect in her mind."

Puckered pouts and perfect puss,

people claimed she was a wuss.


Pundits puckered parted lips,

to keep her puss from a damn kiss.

Then one perfectly putrid pervy day,

she pooed a poo in disarray.


On porcelain alter she did pray

for pitiful people to stay away.

So putrid people locked a door

on a pitifully puny prickly whore.