Jenny Lee and the Preacher's Son

I was looking through some old notebooks earlier and came across this poetic masterpiece. Actually I'm not sure if it was meant to be a ribald poem or a song. It could probably work either way. But it made me laugh and I had to share it...

JENNY LEE AND THE PREACHER'S SON

Well now Jenny Lee she was a hooker

  She made about a grand a night

But Jenny, she weren't no looker

  She could give a man one hell of a fright

We used to wonder how she stayed so busy

  Good Lord, she was almost rich

The other gals on the corner didn't like her

  They all called her a skanky old witch

One night Jenny Lee was out working

  Making a midnight run

She was just gettin' done with a client

  Got a call from Reverend Simmons' son

He said, "Jenny Lee, you know I been lookin'

  "Been admirin' your stuff from afar

"And I'm hungry for what you got cookin'

  Could you meet me in a half of an hour?"

She said, "Ben Simmons, I just don't believe it

  "Mister, you should be ashamed

"Don't you care 'bout your reputation?

  "Why you wanna play this game?"

"I ain't nothin' like my daddy",

  He said, "Sometimes I gets me an itch

"And my daddy's money can't scratch it

  "Besides, he's a son of a bitch"

Now Jenny's jaw dropped wide opened

  Said "Simmons you just crossed the line"

Said "Your daddy's money can't scratch your itch

  "But it sure as hell can scratch mine!"