Helen Polukious
A Poem by Jim Nasium

Helen Polukious
looked like a man
she had attitude
and a right hand
she's knock out men
cursed like a sailor
I'll never forget
when my dad tried to nail her

Helen Polukious
big as could be
was never the less
real good to me
she loved to cook
man could she bake
real hard to look at
so easy to take

Helen Polukious
was pretty tall
not one thing on her
could be considered small
a coal miners daughter
who never had a mother
she lived in a cabin
with her father and brother

Helen Polukious
got drunk one night
her and my father
got into a fight
dad got knocked down
she sat on his face
every one was laughing
in the place

Helen Polukious
was stone cold ugly
but as fate would have it
she had a crush on me
when ever I'd see her
she follow me around
begged me to do her
she loved to get down

Helen Polukious
is dead now
she died of something
but I forget how
I'll never forget her
or my childhood
I could'a fucked her
when I had wood...

Helen Polukious
looked like a man
she had attitude
and a right hand
she's knock out men
cursed like a sailor
I'll never forget
she wanted me to nail her...
©2006 Jim Nasium

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