The Pastoral Madame

Known round here as the Pastoral Madame
The big boys went wherever she led ’em
In the field, I’d seen her rotary backside
To get in, you needed a bit of check side

Getting in is one thing, but staying in moreover
That depended on the width of your screwdriver
But these days, she wasn’t so serene
Tested she was found to have bisexual urine

This puzzle led to an unexpected molt
All her fanny hairs had started to bolt
What was left, whatever, it had a ruddy rash
And the fellows, all forlorn, made a sudden dash

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