A Cautionary Tale
FinsburyParkCarrots
Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
Hector McMerrion
never stopped worryin'
when winds caught the end of his kilt.
He even tried pourin'
some sand in his sporran
and weighed it right down with more silt.
It would stop the wind blowin'
and stop the wind showin'
his meat and two veg at the front.
But he never considered,
come gale or come blizzard,
the back of the kilt. Stupid c - er, person.
never stopped worryin'
when winds caught the end of his kilt.
He even tried pourin'
some sand in his sporran
and weighed it right down with more silt.
It would stop the wind blowin'
and stop the wind showin'
his meat and two veg at the front.
But he never considered,
come gale or come blizzard,
the back of the kilt. Stupid c - er, person.
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As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
hope all is well at the bbc.
A whisper and a chill
adv2005
"Why do I bother?"
The 11th Commandment.
"Whatever"
PETITION TO STOP THE BAN OF SMOKING IN BARS IN THE UNITED STATES....Anyone?