She was perfectly amoret

With long hair under her beret

And lips the color of claret

That held a lit cigarette

She said her name was Margaret

And I took her to my garret

Her body a promise of Gennesarte

I wished to see her laveret

I held her tight like a floret

And entered her with my minaret

She wriggled like a ferret

Surrounded by her velveret

I pushed deep into her chamfret

Screams I could not interpret

Satisfied with no regret

Our dirty little secret