Lucía M. Polis The Poetry of

The third stanza of this poem appears in We Were Hateful People.

There was once a young girl named Anna
Who often enjoyed a banana.
She would scream and toot while peeling that fruit
In the privacy of her cabana.

A young girl name Claudia spotted
A little brown foal that had trotted.
She'd gotten a knack of riding his back
'Til her panties were terribly knotted.

Salomé, a young girl, felt thrills,
Strange sensations from oddly shaped pills.
Once, while ranting and raving, she'd mistaken a raven
For a writing desk—then ran for the hills!