Out of snake filled valleys.
Into pimp blocked alleys,
with lost shopping trolleys.
Debauchery volleyed.
"Fun for fifty dolley!"
Said the whore named polly.
Golly i was chilly,
In the city´s belly.
I could feel the welling
of the spice of life swelling.
In this crowded dwelling.
But boy was I jolly.
Laughter I was rolling.
As they sold their tellies.
To buy my throne holy.
Made from priest blessed jelly.
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