Storytime: Horton Hires a Whore

He strode down the street past the men wearing blouses.
He passed by the dealers, the gangs and crack houses.
He walked 'round the corner and there he did see
A girl that fit his strict needs to a 'T'!
Her skin olive green, her hair a deep blue,
She carried in her hands not one rock but two,
She needed no shoes, for her legs had no feet,
And she never once spoke, she only could bleat!
She had perfect teeth-- 32 in her head--
This time he knew it, this girl he would bed!