Lucía M. Polis The Poetry of

There was once a young señorita
Who was known about town just as Rita.
After two margaritas, lean and lithe as a cheetah,
She would pet her mischievous critter.

Rita's critter was well known as Bóbr.
It would often slurp, sniff, squeak, and slobber.
(This, my verse's slight slog, would be truly perverse,
If Bóbr in effect weren't a dog.)

One dark night, Rita summoned a demon
With a bucket of fresh baboon—
Was semen the ingredient? You lascivious deviant!
It was just what she scooped from its melon!