First I went to bed with Carrie,
Whose private parts are very hairy.
And it was the tangled underbrush,
That I beheld and made her blush.
Then I messed around with Tracy,
Whose panties are filmy and lacy.
And she was not hairy at all,
But she was a living doll.
Alicia, Isabel, Lourdes, and Diana,
All of them screamed like hyenas.
And they all wanted me to stay,
And all of them were expert lays.
The beds we wrecked, the sheets we stained,
I've not a single damned complaint.
Just thinking about it makes me sigh,
I never get my fill of pie.
Don Juan Tenorio
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