She pierced her earlobes one by one.
Then pierced them twelve more times for fun.
And soon her lobes were filled with rings
So Connie punctured other things.
Her eyebrows were the next things skewered,
One hundred rings, so mark my word.
Off her nose ten rings were hung
And then nine barbells through her tongue.
With no room left upon her face
She went and pierced near everyplace.
Connie pierced her body speedily
‘Til all her skin was pierced and needle-y.
She went outside to show the world.
But just then dark storm clouds unfurled.
It rained on Connie, now she’s gone.
She rusted to death right there on the lawn.
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