Garatrude unbidden

Garatrude can't quell the tide of men.

They ply her door, and what a bore!

         She- forced to hide her pretty frame within.

A certain meteoric class of shiny rocks had struck her,

(heaven-fucked her) late last Tuesday eve about the town-

From Sky to Ground-

These pibblebits from atmospheric burnout struck her tits;

And what a turnout;

Once her luminescent skin began to change (It glows deranged).

And came those men, those childish boors

From office, basement, cliff and moors;

They brought her flowers (brought their Coors) and camped out on the lawn of 

her town-cottage-

In hope of spottage-

So they might request a glimpse, perchance some nuptials or a pinch

Of the Golden Girdled Garatrude all-trapped within- a winch

             might do the job

But lazy slobs, these suitors and their beefkabobs

are happy just to catch the nightly show-  A TwoGlobe Glow-

Floating calmly through the windows at chest height.