If it’s wet it should slip in with ease
With or without some hair or a breeze,
But beware how the items attach,
And she doesn’t have glass up her snatch.
If she does then your banjo’s at risk,
As its string may be strummed rather brisk,
And could snap and pour forth from its hood
All the sights and the sounds of your blood.
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