Professor Martson and the Wonder Women

Olive

Her beauty was her handicap

Keeping her brain from spilling out

And holding her courage hostage

For what was a girl to do?

Than to sit still and look cute

Accrue her eyes if she could

The only weapon she had to fight of feuds

Elizabeth

It was those balls!

And the power they held within

'I'd kick them she'd think,' as she took in the morning wind

For what was a girl to do?

Than be backbone and look cute

So she picked up her guard

And devoured anyone in her path

Professor

What a lucky brod he was!

To have had two women who were his

The courage of his desire

For what was a man to do? In 1938?

When he fell in love with two?

The sealing of his fate

What impeccable balls he had!