SWEET-SOUR REVENGE

There was a pink lady in Cork:
Grey hair, her heart tough as a pork.
With an umbrella
She looked for a fella,
To shag an old shoe and then talk.

There was a pink lady in Cork
Who said around five at the fork:
“In one little hour
You have the power
To be THE man of sky city Stork.”

There was a pink lady in Cork
Who talked to herself at her work:
“Abuse and old age
I swap love for a wage
And kill all the men who are dorks.”