There once was a lady named Nancy,
She acted all uppity and fancy,
She put on a blond wig,
Got out her last cig,
Then proceeded to do it with Clancy.
It seems that the two,
Knew just what to do,
They closed their eyes,
Told each other some lies,
And the 5 minutes it took just flew.
A price she did pay,
For doing it ‘her way’,
Her name is now on the wall,
Of the 1st and 5th stall,
And the amount each dude has to pay.
So if you read all that stuff
And think it would be fun to roll in the buff,
Remember poor Nancy,
And God rest his sole Clancy,
He died not getting enough!
Note: No friendships were injured during the writing of these poems.