The Girl With Treponema

by Timothy Lane9/5/18

(With apologies to Norman Gimbel)

Tall and thin and young and foxy,
The girl with treponema is poxy,
So when she passes each boy she passes moans “Oh!”
When she moves she makes a spiral
That makes her videos go viral,
But when she passes each boy she passes must go.

Oh, but they watch her so sadly.
How they regret that they loved her.
Yes, they shell out to their doctors,
But each day as she walks by the sea,
It hurts them all now just to pee.

Tall and thin and young and foxy,
The girl with treponema is poxy,
And when she passes they sigh,
But she doesn’t care, just doesn’t care, how they fare.


Timothy Lane writes from Louisville, Kentucky and publishes the FOSFAX fanzine.
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2 Responses to The Girl With Treponema

  1. Brad Nelson Brad Nelson says:

    But each day as she walks the sea,
    It hurts them all now just to pee.

    LMAO. Good one.

    • Timothy Lane says:

      Oops. That should be “by the sea”, as well as “young and foxy” in the last stanza. I did this years ago in the lost final issue of FOSFAX. This was written from memory, so there might be some minor differences, but nothing more than that.

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