THE SEVEN AGES OF [A SICK PERVERTED] MAN (Warning, may cause offence)

In the pub, she's all dolled up
In low cut, short cut gear,
He knows she's only aged fifteen
"Hell, what's another year?"

In uniform, she walks to school
Her breasts look firm and pert,
He knows she's only aged fourteen
"A year or two can't hurt."

In the pool she's almost nude
Cold nipples standing proud
He knows she's only aged thirteen
"In Spain I'd be allowed."

In a catalogue, in bra and pants
Smiling from the page,
He knows she's only twelve years old
"Love can't be ruled by age."

In the park, she's on the swings
He's leering up her skirt,
He know she's aged eleven years
"She's such a knowing flirt."

In the dark, he's peering in
Watching as she gets undressed,
He know she's only aged ten years
"Love cannot be repressed."

In the dock, he looks no more
He weeps in guilty shame,
He knows she's only aged nine years
"She guessed my sordid game."

In a cell for seven years
Each year will last an age,
He knows they were but children
"My lust has earned its cage."