Lucy Fer

just a poem in jest.

I went out one hallows eve,
for a conference, i'm sure;
to hang out with my fellows,
and this chick, Lucy Fer.
Juicy Lucy wore fur,
and diamonds, so bright;
We danced, talked, laughed
away the entire night.
And when i awoke, i hurt,
like i had been burned.
I guess, with a name like that,
by now, i ought to have learned!