Coffle Song

originally posted March 9, 2006

Black Girl
That girl
Leader of the Pack
The Earner
Won't you learn her
From the frontOr from the back?
Copper, copper, copper
From the bottom or atop her
She is not permitted slack
Portia is a whore, Sir
Start her engine with a slap.

A Dancer
Don't romance her
Em-i-ly is arrogant
For a gold-piece?
She's not sold - please!
Note the way her back is ben
tSilver, copper, silver
Raining downInto the sand
Exploit her
And enjoy her
Watch her eat right from your hand.

The High Girl
She is my girl
Nirah's third upon the chain
She'll cook up supper
Then you'll shtup her
Three copper coins
For every bang
Tuchuk-pierced, her lust is fierce
From her nose A gold ring hangs
Purple-silked, exquisite, built
She is anything but plain.

Black-haired & exciting
Ovate eyes Are so inviting
The four girl is called 'She'
The yellow's not so mellow
Wrinkled silkTormenting tease
Lips wet, so red
Down upon her knees
Heavy robes
Or nearly bare-assed
Jenny aims to please.

Earth girl
You're worth, girl
A copper more
For every ahn
Blonde and pretty
Oh, so pretty
Samantha's timid in a crowd
But in an alcove
Or an alley
Or chained upon the floor
Hesitance is not permitted
Or becoming in a whore.

Six Girl
In a fix, girl
The Slave Shaysana's last in line
She is eager for a meager
Touch, a glance or smile
Perhaps a word of kindness
To soothe the ties that bind
But no matter
For the latter
Does not mean she's not sublime
I own her, that's assurance
A guarantee, enjoy what's mine.