Betty the Bearded Lady and Tom the 4 inch Freak.

“last call “ announced the bar keep.
Then their eyes did meet.
Betty the bearded lady and Tom the four inch freak
Tom lowered his voice, he made a pass.
“What you doing later”
Betty thought as she stoked her beard
“ nothing sweet potater”

People pointed, jokes were made,
but it fell on four deaf ears.
Tom thrust his tiny shoulders back
and ignored the painful jeer.
“Betty” he said “ the world can be a cruel and unfelt place”
she said “ I know my pumpkin “ and kissed his tiny face.
She carry him through the parking lot,
To the woods that lay beyond.
Never before has either felt,
such a instant bond.

“Betty “ he said, glaring down at his tiny platform shoes.
“ tonight, I would like nothing more then to make sweet love to you”
She said “ I’m a virgin”,
he said “ so am I “
She said, “ don’t you think that weird ! “
He said, “ not really “
“ I’m four inches tall, and you know …..
you got the beard “
She pressed him tight against her bosom ,
he inhaled her perfume air.
He covered her neck with hickies
and stroked her facial hair.

The moon danced off his cowboy hat ,
she giggled and swayed.
She undid his tiny rhinestone belt,
a cricket looked away.
She set him down, unzipped her dress,
still tipsy from the booze,
she tripped pulling off her panties.
And crush him with her shoes !

Bearded Betty never married,
her mistake sure did took it’s toll.
She still owns those pair of shoes
And Tom is still in her soul.