Lucía M. Polis The Poetry of

There was once a girl from Vancouver,
Who knew how to suck like a Hoover.
She'd often go bust when she'd fill up with dust
For she didn't quite get the maneuver.

There was once a boy from Seattle,
Who was quite in love with his cattle.
He'd get quite forlorn when they'd give him the horn,
For most often he'd lose that battle.

There was a young couple from Thames,
Who both often liaised risqué femmes.
One evening they went to a "room for rent,"
But the mystery swingers were thems!