Herbert Nehrlich - Catherine Coy

There once was a freak show named Coy
it was born to disgust and annoy.
She was ugly and fat
neither pussy nor cat
it was found she was really a boy.

With no skills and no assets at all
she was hired to carry the ball.
She would give you a docket
and take funds from your pocket
to pay Peter by plundering Paul.

When the people saw through her charade
they would boykott her rainy parade.
Thus she had to pull strings
to pay bills, pills and things
and she found a new job in the shade.

Now each day she would meet a new John.
And her job was to turn the guy on.
She would fondle and tickle
all their zones and their pickle
but one day they discovered his prawn.

It was small and exceedingly pale,
like an immature pollywog's tail.
But it fretted and quivered
though it never delivered
it was never too hearty or hale.

So they fired her due to his gender
she had gone from the job of a lender
to the filth of the night
like a flickering light
but the end was 'return to the sender'.

From the views of us oldies in heaven
we can see that a seven eleven
for a song and a dance
might just give him a chance.
Or the one called AK forty-seven.

Herbert Nehrlich

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/catherine-coy/