Hag, slag, you filthy old bag!
Your minge is a sewer, your titties, they sag
You can't call me squeamish, but I had to gag
When I saw your pug-mug in that tacky slut mag
Your 'friends' they all hate you, your pimp is a fag
Trundlin' along in his clapped-out old Jag
Your looks, about which, no cretin would brag
Ho', that no right-minded being would shag
Explanation for this 'poem': I would not have penned an explanation for this 'poem', but I have realised that at least 100 words need to have been written before an article can be published. I have, therefore, added some, so that I can achieve this.