Help! Aunt Potter Stole My Neckerchief
Trust me with your pudding store
And I shall name a price
For paying which I'll call you 'whore'
And, dressed as Rachel Weisz
In a wedding-dress of white,
I'll weep the livelong night
Such an offer comes not twice
In fact, it comes not once
To those who sup the nether spice
From donkey, dog or dunce
For this some do most every night
In a wedding-dress of white
On the wind this offer comes
If come along it will
And, an it come, 'twill wave its thumbs
And move in for the kill
And, all in all, I think it right
In a wedding-dress of white
Contributors: | Apsley, Roland, (trad), Chevalier. |
Poem finished: | 23rd August 2005 by Roland. |