Oh what will you do when the tired cows come home,
Young fishity sister of mine?
Will you steal all the sleep from a fat widow's night?
Will you face a mad bully and learn how to fight?
Will you sharpen your pencil and give them a fright?
Can you just tell me this without rhyme?
I would tell you this but I'm out on the piss,
Young farty-faced brother of mine.
I shall hitch up my skirt for a jolly jack tar,
I shall pull down my knickers and take off my bra,
I shall have steamy sex in the back of a car,
Will you just let me know when it's time?
Comments
NaziWifebeater | June 25, 2009 - 22:53
How quaint of you to write a poem from the perspective of your wife's brother.
FTSE100 | June 25, 2009 - 23:16
Oooh, NatsiWestbleater has just been rude. Now there's a turn up for the books.
threeleafshamrock | June 26, 2009 - 18:34
Ahh, the old nursery rhymes are still the best; I remember the babysitter's boyfriend reading this to us, I think! Great fun.