For quite recently
It caused such a furore
Over my big pink bow
Which it fumed had
Blinded it temporarily
From flaring at pretty young girls
Daintily walking the aisle
The pink ciggy man persists
So lady, does the devil anguish you much?
Oh sir it's terrible, I confess
It bathes me in vitriol
From morning till night
Reminds me constantly of how ugly I'm
Calls me a cretin when I'm perfection
Unutterable names when I'm human
Yes sir I work the devil
That has jumped hell's gate
Right onto my plate
To twist my poor fate!
Dedicated to all those poor souls that attract the devil's wrath with their big pink bows!