This is the twelfth verse of The Ballad of May West.
Long past the age when most retire
She sang the Doors’ tune, Light My Fire
Her voice still good but not quite in its prime.
Though she’s now gone as consolation
We still have her invitation
So we’ll go up and see her, sometime.
This is the eleventh verse of The Ballad of May West.
Good girls to Heaven do repair
But bad girls travel everywhere
Your mother didn’t tell you but it’s true
That there will be some compensation
If you loose your reputation
And you won’t likely miss it if you do.
This is the tenth verse of The Ballad of May West.
When ‘tween two evils one must choose
It’s good to pros and cons peruse
And pick the one you haven’t tried before.
So many men … so little time
To err, though human, feels divine
She was Snow White, but drifted, to be sure.
This is the ninth verse of The Ballad of May West.
She asked a cop if he’d divulge
The nature of a clothing bulge
Was that a gun, she wondered, that he had?
A weapon not so well concealed
Or when truth was at last revealed
Would it show that to see her he was glad?