As years roll by they come and go, then you get to pick
Good from the best and awful, and along came “Smokin Nic”
A blonde by choice and big blue eyes, her quest in life big “boobs”
To keep her tan and look so cute, when she wears those skimpy tubes
Matured she has and lost her teens, she recently turned twenty
Her time with us gave her a chance, to fill her life with plenty
She’s quiet at work, no time to play, alas there’s no advance
With any of her male friends, or talk of new romance
Of all the habits that she has, her smoking is the worst
With much distress it’s hard to say, who will give in first
But puff away she does with ease, her mum does’t hate it too
Yet “Smokin Nic” cares not too much, what that s--t will do
Cause she can eat a mountain and that does’t pass her lips
Is not a healthy salad, it’s mostly steak and chips
Being partial to a Toohey’s Dry, so much so, she turns to jelly
And wonders why she’s sporting a somewhat little belly
She traveled oh so briefly, two weeks turned to four
The Melbourne Cup was calling, so she wracked off for some more
And left poor Zel a wondering how he will replace
This “Smokin Nic” who loves red wine and probably off her face
Then back she came to Sydney, where the sun shone strong each day
Took herself to Bondi beach and burned herself away
So much that she suffered, with a dizziness she hated
Had to spend a day in bed, because she’d dehydrated
Of all the girls that’s worked for us, she’s but the cutest trick
Now all from Durty’s (Nelly’s) say farewell, to none other than “Smokin Nic”!
Mike Nissen
18 December 2005
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