Miss C has a willy,

she straps around her waist,

for all the naughty boys,

who love to sniff and taste,

her lovely honey holes,

her feet and underwear.

Miss C's long, hard cock,

is hanging over there.

It's made for naughty boys,

like Harry, Dick, and Tom,

Ricky, Billy, Joe,

Peter, Paul, and John,

who have been impaled,

and never walked the same,

their assholes gaping wide.

O, the sissy joy and pain!

If she had two inches more,

she'd shine the dungeon floor,

on her way to drill,

another sissy whore,

with the utmost skill,

all the way down to her balls,

while cock-caged sissies wait,

chained to her basement  walls -

to do what she desires,

when MISS C comes around,

to strap her willy on,

and really go to town,

on all the naughty boys,

who truly aim to please,

smooth butts in the air,

tied to her trapeze.