Venus Nell was no saint, any preacher would paint
A bad ending for her at a peek.
But her worst enemy would be forced to agree
There was nothing wrong with her physique.
She was flat where it flattered, and curved where it mattered,
A creature of streamline and bubbles;
She had bright yaller hair, and a definite flair
For taking men's minds off their troubles.
She never had known the cap or the gown
Of grammar- or high-school or college,