Once upon a midnight drowsy, while his luck was really lousy,
Frito went to solicit services from some skanky whore,
A wad of money he had offered, for the services she proffered,
Hoping beyond all hope, that he just might get to score.
'Tis not enough,' she muttered, and slammed the motel door -
Left with his wad, and nothing more.
Now not to be dissuaded, yet a little bit more jaded
Frito sought to plead his case to this condescending whore
Through the hall his shouts resounding, as on the door he was a'pounding,
This poor tramp he kept on hounding, til she opened up the door
His heart went pitter patter as she opened up the door
Just a crack though, and nothing more.
...to be continued...maybe...