Emily Kim
Jun 14, 20151 min
Chorus:
Two thighs, both alike in girth and sheen
In fair España, where we lay our scene
From carnal instinct now two hands unclean
Where public self-service can’t be unseen.
From forth the nasty loins of that sick troll
A girl running maintains self-control.
Her shorty shorts ‘roused sexual offense
In broad daylight, by that park fence.
Chorus exits.
So that dear friends, is what went down
A few days ago as I ran ’round.
I did not give him much a chance
Running all the faster to evade his glance.
Spat up by the wood that betrayed me so,
I thought back on the event, brow furrowed.
Back in the States I’d call the cops;
But here in Spain ’twas a lost cause.
So that mongrel got away scott free,
Exposing himself ‘neath the pine trees.
And I’ll never again wear my short shorts
Of flexi-spandex among perverts.
DISCLAIMER: Spain, I still love you. And I’ve since worn my shorts. Because it’s hot as sin and now I carry homemade pepper spray