"She shall be free,"
You must decree--
Give that ogled puss a pardon; she's parfait!
Don't send her in for chauffeur sin--
Give that ogled puss a pardon and partay.

We are her "friends"; we say that she'd
Get an awled puss; to warden we'd plead:
The dykes'd like she, and she might see
In that augered puss faux hardon, Parkay'd.

'round her they'd swarm in prison dorm,
And they'd while the night away beneath a shave.
Resting their heads on the seed bed
Of her gobbled puss, a grotto, a sheath cave.

We will pout and rant about
A pardon; "Grant it!" Amped, we shout.
"She shall be free,"
You must decree--
Give that ogled puss a pardon from bars gray.

We will shout and mill about,
Quite oral and crying, "She's our fave!"
(Crying loudly, "She's our fave!")

Poodle's Toy; her noodle's nearly void
Like ours; so haplessly we rave
(Haplessly we rave).

We for she have hagiolatry--
"So unfair to cell her!" we tell you.

Last time, we're seen,
We cheered Mike, keened
For that doctored puss and hardon for 'tweens.