Incubummer Poem by Ima Ryma

I was a shepherd of my flock,
And with the girls took liberties,
Easy to seduce with sweet talk.
I lived a life of sin and sleaze.
So when I died I went to hell
For punishment of bad I'd done.
It was the pits in which to dwell.
But then I was a chosen one
To lie on sleeping girls - a plus.
I thanked the devil and I went
Back to Earth as an incubus,
Again to seduce girls - hell sent.

I come to the girls as they sleep.
Sadly, all of them are old sheep.