She was wearing black on 24th street
She was walking east to west and passed me by
The weather was sunshine with a breeze
She caught my eye
It must have been her German strut
I regretted not approaching
Not speaking
But
I saw her again
When I was having a drink later on with a friend
There she was
And so I went up to her
Unannounced
I complimented her
And little did I know
That this exquisite beauty
Was cutting up pigs and piglets
And taking them apart
And sewing them back together
Like a German butcher
With a little piggy genocide happening in her basement
It was so sexy hot!

© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.07.16.24:19:03@130BklynNYC