No I never met her, she was legend around the Lake. Beautiful as a ballerina and colder than a snake.
They said no man could refuse her but some were glad they did. And the one she selected, is in a bottle where he hid.
Until his son came calling, “Dad now it is OK.”! I’m 16. She’s left for the coast, and her beauty’s gone away.
The moral of the story or so that I’ve been told, is head removal from your ass gets easier when you’re old.