Katie Brady

When Katie smiles, I bite my pen
Until its ink runs down my chin.
She's T.N.T. and C-4, too.
This Katie Brady could be my Waterloo.

This Katie is the strawberry queen,
That bacon of hers is certified lean.
She makes it hard for me to stand;
I have to keep a folder in my hand.
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The History teacher
Would like to reach her.

The naughty boys, at Cedar Glen,
Feel lucky when they offer gin;
But Katie likes the taste of shine;
She is not moved by liquor, gin or wine.
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Not even brandy
Will melt her candy.

If Katie did give me a thrill,
Her friends would call me hasty Bill;
A lengthy kiss would curl my hair;
I'd need to change my underwear.