16 May 2008


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.

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