Poor Miss Under Stud
is communicatively challenged.
At front office job, she lasted a day.
“Hello? Miss Under Stud here!” she’d said.
Her esteemed caller was cross,
she was shown the doorway.
As a H.R manager,
she lasted a little longer.
Until she signed-“Under Stud.”
The umbraged client got it, ‘Understood?’
Alas, when she signed just- “U.S”,
its intimacy lured lechers
who inferred her amorous!
Lonely, Miss Under Stud
longed for a man who understood,
a quiet home and a little brood.
But she remained long un-wooed.
For,
could she marry Mr. Side or Mr.Hand,
risk being called Mrs. Under Side or Under Hand?
To wed Mr. Ram or Mr. Bush
surely would indecency out-blush.
“ ‘Mrs. Under Stud’ makes out
a lesser man of me,” other suitors rued.
“Under Stud sounds so horsey and less mare-y too,
I can’t have her about!”
“Miss....U....Stud!? Are you?”
The kinky women would huskily leer.
And thus poor Miss Under,
paid for her parents’ blunder.
She willed her epitaph, at final surrender:
“Mis-Under-Stud-
she learnt to live with fortitude!”
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