Going shopping and whilst hopping,
She spied her own reflection.
She checked her bum, oh this is fun.
She gazed with much affection.
“Avast behind!” broke her peace of mind,
She glared in all directions,
Then saw the source, oh yes, of course!
A pirate of fair complexion.
She began to flirt and twirled her skirt
Then spied an imperfection.
Across his bum, which left her numb,
Grew barnacles. An infection!
She ran away without delay,
A definite rejection.
To settle down she bought a gown
And chocolates, a selection.
(I hope you aren’t implying that JD’s bum is anything less than perfection, Peabrain? Lo,TG Ed.)