Judy's Joy Locket by Robert Scott Leyse

Judy's Joy Locket

by Robert Scott Leyse

Judy was bored at work, staring at the wall,
Ready to scamper screaming down the hall;
But now she's quite content: why is that?
Seems she's pinkie-probing her pussy cat.

(refrain)

No need to cock it, Judy's joy locket
Washes away care, causes bliss to flare!
Don't you dare mock it, Judy's joy locket
Assuages wear and tear!

Judy's taking tea in Gramercy Park
And in her eyes there's a suspicious spark:
What things does the suspicious spark speak of?
Why, Judy's dildoing her itchy glove
Under cover of clothes draped in her lap:
When she gets home, she'll take a lengthy nap.

No need to cock it, Judy's joy locket
Chases off despair, is a love affair!
Don't you dare mock it, Judy's joy locket
Is a sensation rare!

Naptime done, Judy's dressing for a date
In haste; even so, she'll be an hour late.
Only an hour late? Make that at least two:
She's sprawled on couch, mining more honeydew.

No need to cock it, Judy's joy locket
Washes away care, causes bliss to flare!
Don't you dare mock it, Judy's joy locket
Keeps her complexion fair!

Judy's two plus hours late, her date's annoyed;
He says he hopes she's truly overjoyed
At having made him wait, calls her "Dizzy
Ditz!" and dumps her. She's instantly fizzy
Again – itchy afire – between her thighs:
She hops into a cab, shudders and sighs
While buttering her digits a fourth time!
(Here's another stanza line for the rhyme.)

No need to cock it, Judy's joy locket
Chases off despair, is a love affair!
Don't you dare mock it, Judy's joy locket
Is sure psychic repair!

Judy's home now, reclining in her bed;
Her locket, however, is far from dead:

Good as plug in socket,
Judy's finger rocket
Gets busy down below –
Her pussy says: "Hello!"
Soon it's shortness of breath,
Her fifth la petite death!

No need to cock it, Judy's joy locket
Washes away care, causes bliss to flare!
Don't you dare mock it, Judy's joy locket
Renews beyond compare!

Judy, eyes shut, is seemingly sleeping –
Not exactly: her fingers are creeping
Downstairs to locket's entryway again:
It's not long before she wears a sixth grin.

Whether she's awake or dreaming,
Judy's joy locket is scheming
To fountain bright once more;
But it's all for the best:
Judy's certainly blessed,
Tickled pink to the core!