The Pimp Poem by George Hunter

There was a young lad from France
Who picked up a girl named Nance.
He said, You sure are a cutie
An American beauty.
I’d sure like to get in your pants.

But she said, Please take it slow
This isn’t the way to go.
First you offer me money
Then I’ll tell you, honey
If it’s a yes or a no.

He was shocked to be sure
‘Cause he’d figured to score.
But he gave her his money
And her face got all sunny
And his pants they fell to the floor.

But, dear reader, I can’t tell you more
‘Cause then they closed the door.
But it sounded like fun
But I have to run
And take my cut to the store.

It isn’t a matter of greed
I feel I fulfill a need
It’s only fair
That I get my share
I think of it as a good deed.

I run my stable
On a strict timetable
The girls they earn big
And I take my vig
All I do is enable.