All entries for Monday 03 May 2010

Rhymes and own–brand lager.

~ I'm childish, and like re-writing things. I should either dedicate this to Grimsby, or to Kerry Katona. I'm not sure which is worse...

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There Was An Old Woman Who Lived In A Shoe

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe

She had so many kids; she didn’t know what to do.

She suspected at least twelve different dads,

The lack of child maintenance sent her quite mad.

She fed them on ‘Iceland’ family bags

And when they played up, she burnt them with fags.

But when the kid’s wounds were spotted at school

In came social services, out went her rule.

Although she’s in prison, each night she thanks God

She doesn’t have to deal with those twelve little sods.

: 03 May 2010 12:00 |  Tags: Poetry |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem