N - Another blue nursery rhyme.

Mary had a reputation
It's fleece was black as Beelzebub's beard
and everywhere that Mary went
her reputation soon appeared

It followed her to school one day
bouncing gaily along beside her
All the children came to admire it
to pet and prod and stroke and love it
While Mary sat and wept all alone
it blew a bitter kiss her way
Her spirit lay, betrayed and prone
Mary had no words to say

So with a strumpet's smile and a flap of the ears
it played its card and seduced her peers
The fleece became leather, the face of a tart
Red fat heavy lips to suck out the heart
Some it bedded, some it wed, some beheaded their own heads
Some it bled and left for dead
While Mary's cloth unwound and left her posing in the nude
Fighting to recover
Defiled and subdued
As it riled yet another in the brothel in her mind
She tore with her fingernails
In vain to claw the buzzard out
To snatch the child from its stinking cradle
That no more may pet it
prod and stroke, admire it - no more
to toss it in the gushing river, dash it hard upon the rocks
that pummel at her strength relentless
Wretched girl! So stenchful, scentless
Yes she tore with her body and soul
but still the demon had control
yes still the demon writhed with pleasure
on her blood red bed with the wed and the dead
In the brothel in her head
blew a bitter kiss her way with fat heavy lips
Sucked at her heart with the face of a tart
Defiled and subdued her
She a child, it Medusa
Still she tore, yes she tore
More and more, through her core to the leather
It embraced her as they rolled together

And to onlookers; the wed, the dead &; beheaded of head,
It looked to all the world like
red hot lesbian rape action
There is no denying
the terrible attraction of this
That's why we all love a reputation