Susie
Och Susie you were a dream
A handwritten culture machine
Togged all out in your scruffy gear
Always inviting a glimpse of your rear.
A lost look on your face
That meant a lot,
Ever ready with your lips
For a parting shot.
You preferred your trousers
To wearing skirts,
Until I woke up
Your little black box.
It took some doing
I must admit,
But then I was really
A bit of a shit.
You were fun, you have to agree
You'd never seen the likes of me,
And you flaunted yourself and you loved it so
What a great pity you had to go.
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