not song nor sonnet
Whores chaste waste in lace
Slay the day at night they play
Say Good-day or just say Hey
It’s way okay it’s nay to pay
They sway away among the prey
They’re fleet of foot and not of clay
In hay they roll for pay they lay
In haste they’re chased in waste they taste
They pace to face their chase in case
The laws ensures the cause to pause
And floors the chores in open doors
Deplores the whores and also bores
To prey the…
