© Chris Port, 2010, martygull.co.uk.
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She’s queen of the hill
A demon of hell, she
Kills with political
Animal skill
All summoned by her
Fall suddenly ill
Katie the, Katie the Devil
Her tight summer dress
Is quite some disguise
The sum of her legs is
The bum and the thighs
Yes men’s estimate
The size of Brazil
Does not thrill Katie the Devil
I once thought her sweet
Perhaps saccharine
But her coffee is neat
Nitroglycerine
When men are dead beat
She’s still on the scene
For daddy’s love this daughter’s keen
This bold succubus
In inhuman form
So cold and righteous the
Reptilian norm
For women who lust
For power, men chill
Katie the, Katie the Devil
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