The Widow Crenshaw

By Roderick Vydrina

I know a gal just down the lane

With money and curvy hips.

She drives young men completely insane

A lustin' for her lips.

Her husband's gone, he lives no more

And it's probably for the best.

Or else he'd know his wife's a whore

And be madder than the rest.

Widow Crenshaw,

You'll like her grace and wits.

Widow Crenshaw,

You'll love her ass and tits.

Skin so soft, hair so fine.

From her expect no less.

And it takes no more than a glass of wine

To get her out of her dress.

So don't be sad, so full of gloom

If it's experience that you lack.

Just head on over to Crenshaw's room

Where she spends most days on her back.

Widow Crenshaw,

You'll like her grace and wits.

Widow Crenshaw,

You'll love her ass and tits.

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