A slave girl named jenny once pondered
"How much cash on Gor crap have I squandered?"
She swooned at the quote
Of the checks she had wrote
Wond’ring where her fool mind could have wandered.

There once was a handsome young Master,
Whose slavie was such a disaster,
She chased him all `round
Like a blasted bloodhound,
Only making that Master run faster.

Whilst questioning the merits of Gor,
Of the how and the why and what for,
Her slave belly did rumble
As thoughts strayed to a tumble
In the furs…she then questioned no more!