The Drone Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

There once was a girl from DeSoto,
she had nothing of value, in toto.
So she spread herself thin
sent an envelope in,
it contained a most vulgar nude photo.

Well, the photo raised nary a stir.
coarse and graying and plenty of fur,
all the photos returned
and the memories spurned,
every man is a connoisseur.

Next, suggestive expressions were thrown
and the voice took on a sweet tone,
there was talk of hot drips
from wherever and lips
what was left was the life of a drone.