Ha-ha that's great! This stems from an exercise where you have to write a 20 syllable poem, but came out all amateur Plath! Like your take - especially the idea of putting it in the boot of your Rolls.
Skunk – how come you got no heart
You leave it in the quickie mart?
Maybe it belongs to your ex
What do you mean that was just sex?
Skunk - how come you got no heart?
You give it out to any old tart?
But don’t be peeved
Do nothing drastic
There’s nothing you can’t achieve
With a piece of sticky back plastic
