A MORAL TALE by ROGER WODDIS

Let me tell you a little story
About Miss Edith Gee;
She lacked the kind of figure
That decorates page 3.

She had narrow sloping shoulders
And she had no bust at all,
But one evening on the common
In fear she gave her all.

She did not love the stranger,
She had to yield to force,
And more than her eyes were swollen
As nature took its course.

She went to Doctor Brady,
He rubbed his shaven chin;
'To do the thing you ask me
Would be a mortal sin.'

And since he thought it sinful
To end an unborn life,
She ended in a back street
Beneath a rusty knife.

And now in Hell she suffers
For all Eternity;
There never was a lady
As wicked as Miss Gee.

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