A Dutch Lady Bent Over

Riding my bike
With eyes dead straight
What I don't like
An ole frustrate

A Dutch lady
Passed bent over
Looking shady
Taking cover

With my set pace
And eyes dead straight
Her glance gave trace
Bad day my fate

Pulling over
She told me stop
Her tail rover
And debate up!

I try my best
To avoid them
But here at last
A traffic jam

This bold woman
Says l want her
Dressed a doorman
This just ain't fare

So many nice girls
With shapes galore
Her curves are curls
Of this I'm sure