The Creation of $ammy Lee

THE CREATION OF $AMMY LEE

There are strange things done in the bedroom son
     By men and women in heat;
Old man tales of their lover's wails
     Bring blood to every man's meat.
When shunning the lights and producing delights,
     Some women do men for their money.
But most will accede and are quick to agree
     It's more fun in the sun...with your honey.

Now Sammy Lee was from Tennessee,
     Where cotton and gin are one.
When the money was low, and the prospects slow,
     She turned to the life of a pro.
Her mouth would say, "sold" - her body was gold -
     As she lay on her back and got paid.
Life was just great she accepted her fate
     While awaiting a lifetime mate.

On a bright summer day
     She was smacking away on a rod that was standing tall.
It was a hard thick mass, but as smooth as glass,
     And its taste was pleasing as well.
She cradled his sack and fondled his bat,
     Till he was about to explode.
Than she sucked his weed and swallowed his seed
     As he shouted out with glee.

As they lay on the earth, and he laughed with mirth,
      He wanted to howl at the stars.
And his tool went soft
     And his mind took off on a tangent like a moth.
He turned to her and said with a slur,
     "Let's buy a bed, before we wed...forget about the past.
We'll merge your ass with my hard cash
       And I'll get loved for free."

On their wedding night as they snuggled up tight
     And she fondled his stick and stones.
And her thoughts were of rings and financial things,
     She said with a sort of a moan.
"I'm glad we're wed...it's fun in a bed
     But there's something I need you to know.
I'll charge you less money my sweet little honey  
     But it's cash on the line or no show.

The author apologizes to Robert W. Service