sarah

Sarah was a special gal
from her head right to her toes
she wandered all about the town
without a stitch of clothes
to the laundry she never went
as there was nothing her to do
but popular was she with the boys
and the ladies one or two
the pastor was quite agast
each sunday at the church
as to the front row sarah went
for the best of seats to search
the men enjoyed the time of day
for bread and wine to pass
up in front would sarah go
as would her naked ass
but as you know all good things
must come to a sad end
to go much further with this poem
may cause me to offend