Sitting in the corner, reading a book,
in comes a fellow, invading my nook.
With a swagger, he asked me my name,
hmm, I could tell the nature of this game.

Without flinching, I said, "It's Kim,"
not intimidated by the likes of him.
Like a spider, his fingers sprawled,
up my leg they began their crawl.

He acted all innocent and naive,
I laughed out loud, gave no reprieve.
Sweetly, I looked him in the eye
I winked and wasn't at all shy.

He began getting closer inch by inch,
I wanted to move but not flinch.
Opening my mouth and in a whisper
I said, "Come a little closer mister."

His heat, I could tell, started to rise,
that's when he got a big surprise.
I whispered," My name isn't Kim,
my parents were proud to name me Jim!"