Yan, tan, tethera, pethera, pimp.
They’ll not miss the
one with a limp
Sethera, methera, hovera, covera, dik,
Let’s just kill it nice and quick
We’ve counted all the masters’
sheep
Let’s have lamb stew
before we sleep
Yan, tan, tethera, pethera, pimp.
They’ll not miss the
one with a limp
Sethera, methera, hovera, covera, dik,
Let’s just kill it nice and quick
We’ve counted all the masters’
sheep
Let’s have lamb stew
before we sleep
Friday’s girl
For loving you yearn
But you are too giving
When will you learn?
I have a stack of work to do
With deadlines to meet
too
So much work I can’t
get into
Because I just sit and
stare at Sue
Sue is the new temporary
And she’s got me quite
contrary
The last temp was very
scary
Not to mention rather
hairy
But Sue is such a rare
beauty
Down to earth not at
all snooty
But it’s hard to
fulfil my duty
When I think of Sue
getting fruity
I like you very much and I am attracted to you
But something that I
have quite often thought
If you wouldn’t mind
my asking, is, are you chaste
And more importantly
have you ever been caught
She is the most sugary sweet
Girl you could meet
In essence she is a
perfection
Of a confection
She is a sweet
sensation
She is a candy
creation
She is a delicious bon
bon
Need I really go on on
And to tell the honest
truth
I have the sweetest
tooth
And long to consume
In the quiet of her
room
This soft cantered
dream
Of peaches and cream
But like many a desire
That lights a man’s
fire
Come the appropriate
hour
The candy will turn
sour
When did the love die?
At what moment
Did love turn to odium
Was it that, once too
often
He smelt the stench
Of ardours odour upon
her
The smell of another
man
On her clothes,
On her skin
That made him snap
Making him commit
uxoricide
Snuffing out the life
Of his unfaithful wife
The Spanish maiden with the come-hither look
Resplendent with
curves shaped to arouse
A maiden possessing
that perfect combination
Of come to bed eyes
and a gaping blouse