Sneering At A Leering Lady

As She Stares And Squirms

At Wanda With Her Saintly Smile

And Living Wig Of Worms

I Like To Watch Their Faces Fall

As We Disgust And Shame Them

Seeking Suckers Is My Game

- No Longer Lion Taming.

Like A Pink And Pregnant Pumpkin

Perched Upon Her Neck

Wanda Wadkins Head Was Hurting

It Was Bitten By Insects

I Watched The Awkward Way She Waddled

Walking To The Pail

She Always Used To Wash Her Worms

And Clean Beneath Her Nails

I Love The Soul I See Inside Her

But I Just Can't Love Her

Folding Fat That Rolls Around

Like Bowling Balls In Butter.