AN OLD MINERS POEM

Back in the days of, '42....,
There was a whore house owned, by me and Dan McGue,
And a damed good one too!
Well the wind blew and the shit flew and out of the east come a girl named Lou.
Everyone knew ol' lou played for keeps, she'd stack her victims up in heaps.
Util one day out of Bareback Creek, come a half asses bastard 'name of "Piss Pot" Pete.
Well the two rassled and rassled for hours and hours.
Knocking over trees, bushes and flowers!
Till suddenly ol' Lou she died with a wease and a cough...
Leaving "Piss Pot" Pete aah..... (Jack'n Off).