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Peanu(t)s: Part 3

And who d'you get to do it Charlie, who?
What Lucille? C'mon, get real!
Juicy Lucy I can see right through...

Though she's a rape apologist 
I'm way too smart to hate 'er.
But I know she's "anti-feminist"
So I feel free to slate 'er,

She's a kangaroo-less Tank Girl,
She's an empty-nest Madonna,
You can see right through her cammo,
But you really wouldn't wanna.

She's so broody and so spiky,
But her empathy is droopy,
She's doo-lally for a dolly,
Let her sit and suckle Snoopy.

Best of luck with that one dawg,
Padlock on and suck her rightly, 
She's got barren Harpy's titties, 
She's less front than Keira Knightly,

I don't mean for her breast size,
Though her baps are in a tit-tangle,
I mean her lack of honesty,
Her talk goes through the shit-mangle.

And, last time she was over here was trying on my weave,
But she didn't ask permission,
Couldn't wait for her to leave...

Does she like to dress as me Charles?
And do you encourage that?
Does she dress you like me too Charles?
Does she groom you little pussycat?

D'you stick a white slice in her slot,
And does it come out toasted?
Like to share round your marshmallows?
Like your peanuts dry-spit-roasted?

Did you take her to a barbecue,
And chicken double dip 'er?
Did you tie her to the bannister
And beat her with your slipper?

And all the fine old time pretend that sweet Lucille was me?
She's a fight-fuck-doll, a pimpster's moll, I'm sure you will agree. 
And her lady face will settle in an unbecoming frown,
So I hope you paid her handsome, Charlie Brown. 


© Sara Nicola Ruth

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🥜 “You can see right through her cammo, / But you really wouldn’t wanna” — referring to the Lenny Bruce line “the woman was wearing one of them see-through dresses, only ya don’t wanna”. 

🥜 “And all the fine old time pretend that sweet Lucille was me?” — referring to “Lucille” (1977) a song about a feckless, child-abandoning wife written by Roger Bowling and Hal Bynum, and recorded by American country music artist Kenny Rogers.:

I couldn't hold her,
'Cos the words that he told her,
Kept coming back time after time,
You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille

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