Curly Clare

She's so bushy around the gusset, it takes all afternoon to brush it

Hairs peep through and catch in her zip, like grey corkscrews with yellowy tips

Smell of wee, she tries to mask it- Looks like last year's hanging basket.

Here comes Curly Clare with her pubic hair

There's a vast expanse of furry pants - even when she's bare

She's quite fussy about her pussy, even though it is quite dandruffy

There is no one who is hairier downstairs in the pubic area

You go in there, you'll get medals, watch out for the thorns and nettles

Here comes Curly Clare with her pubic hair

She's got more than a barber's floor stuffed in her underwear

She's had a stalker who adored her – he was a wilderness explorer

Went in with his face- the soft cunt - Lost in Terry Waite's allotment

Here comes Curly Clare with her pubic hair

She's got enough to overstuff a sofa and an easy chair

Here comes Curly Clare with her pubic hair, reaching forty feet,

Curling round her knees and stretching down the stairs