A luscious milk maid-
winding down to the lake
A wicked monkey clown-
swinging from trees and looking down
her strong legs carry cheap shoes over cobbled roads
her wide hips sway in dirtied rags patterns unknown
the monkey clown cackles and spies-
soft peach fuzz in between her thighs
Knuckles crack through all sweet pines
And Mr. Monkey clown drops soft and eases sighs
Milk Maid turns and stands with the earth
And ripples rip Mr. Monkey into dirt
A Half smile half wink crinckles Milky's eyes
and her hand slips down and rests on her right thigh
Like a sparrow kills a spider Mr. Monkey dies
No tears are shed for sinister spies
And Milky Maid has never before cried
Passerbys don't slow their strides
And Mr. Monkeys not in their eyes
And Milky Maid she's fetching heads
And soft peach fuzz it fills their beds