Mademoiselle In The Blitz Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

She wore her pink dress 'cause it fits.
then the sirens announced the big Blitz.
On the way to the cellar
she ran into a feller
He then helped her because of her tits.

Took her arm and he felt her left tit
as a first-born and well-brought up Brit
he had never felt such
velvet warmth to the touch
then he stumbled, fell into the shit.

When the sirens at last screamed all clear
and like smoke rings those small puffs of fear
drifted into the streets
to the cops on their beats
it was only her voice he could hear.

She yelled 'Hey, there you handsome young man,
I've come up with a promising plan.
A good bath in my tub
then you gobble me up',
and he shouted ' I can, yes I can.'

Once at home he did wash and she cleaned
and he looked like a bum and a fiend
then he kissed her poitrine
and got stuck on the scene
you can see he had never been weaned.