Panthera Tigris Nymphomanii

Rachel was gentle whereas Linda was mental,

Though Karen was ever thoughtful, loving and kind.

But Suzi was easy, even easier than peasey,

Which helped me, weak male, to make up my mind.

I drank more than my fill of her sour lemon squeezy

Purged and cleaned out, by that bitter draft,  

From the door she left open and the way that they laughed.

Nudge-nodding and winking my peer group all scoff,

At the man who rode the tiger, but was afraid to get off.

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