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...
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.