Image of Ann and Nan, eye scan--
I blink at this outlandish blight, unholy fright. . .
New-pink "girls" make me lose my lunch, unwholesome sight.
Two-harpies conjecture:

With knifed wood, balls, too, cut, divest of spline.
A view makes huge-meat schlong recede, its owner pine
For goats or sheep or flocks of geese or kine or swine.
Two harpies, new nethers.

You can see their pugnacious mugs on the tube;
They scald my eye.
Ann with titties--barely--just mites, would-be boobs;
I'd guess XY.

Nan and Ann, as my eyes scan,
They're gonna make me toss my lunch.
They best All-Bran
I'd brandish to banish backups banked in my can. . .
Two harpy enemas.

You can see their pugnacious mugs on the tube;
They scald my eye.
Nan's more zaftig, say Bs; I wouldn't deem Rub-
enesque. Ex-guy?

Ann and Nan, as my eyes scan,
They're gonna make me toss my lunch,
So here's my plan:
I'll renounce CNN and Fox and watch CSPAN,
Where the halfwits gather.

Blah-blah-blah… .

Nan and Ann, I look again
And have a testosterone hunch
That they're mauled men
Who followed in footsteps of Carlos, Jorgensen,
Two birds of a feather.

Two harpies, new nethers,
Now they're remeasured.
Two harpies, new nethers,
Two harpies untethered,
Two harpies' new nethers. . . .