Attila the Nun, was a swell l'il hon'
Of whom, I asked out on a date.
With her hair in a bun, and a dress of homespun,
we left at a quarter of eight.
I ordered a pasta, made with ricotta,
to go with the steak well-done.
She said, "I'm glad to meet ya,
but, you see, I work for PETA,
and sirloin isn't my idea of fun."
It went downhill from there,
let the reader be aware,
as I became her persona non grata.
Which is why you should never ever,
even if she's clever,
go out with Attila the Nun.