LeatherDean Levy
Her spiked heels so high
A whip in her hand, her legs cuffed and tied

Her black leather outfit
Like painted on skin
Keeps her fleshy 200-plus pounds bound within

And perched on her head,
So jauntily cocked,
Hangs a mortar board, tassle, and chastity lock

While down near her buttocks
A breeze blows unstopped
For where her pants should be, she's naked and hot

Oh, LeatherDean Levy
What school makes you so?
Scholastic on the top, S&M down below?

What twisted anomaly
Has churned you out thus?
And in bondage, did you flunk or get an A-Plus?

Dear LeatherDean Levy,
You mountain of lust,
Just be careful when piercing your so-ample bust!

And remember the story
Of LeatherDean Jane
Who, when found out, was never quite treated the same

By her students and colleagues
But then again, hey
I hear that her sex life improved, anyway!

© 2000, Michael Yanovich. www.mentalsnot.com