| ametaznes () wrote, @ 2008-06-10 08:37:00 |
Grown Child (rwp #29)
There once was an old man from Guelph
Whose "appetite" sat on a shelf
He took it all down
When Miss Jay came to town
And spilled it all over himself
Now she was a pretty young thing
With hair like a raven in spring
She lured him quite rightly
And dealt with him nightly
While he deftly screwed up everything
There once was an old man from Guelph
Whose "appetite" sat on a shelf
He took it all down
When Miss Jay came to town
And spilled it all over himself
Now she was a pretty young thing
With hair like a raven in spring
She lured him quite rightly
And dealt with him nightly
While he deftly screwed up everything