You Shouldn't Stare
Her hair is quite fair
That's why I stare
The color of her pants matches my ink
And make me think:
What would happen if I gave her a wink,
Would her face turn pink?
"Come into my lair"
He said with suave flare
"It's just down the sair.
Then off you body, your clothes I'll tear
To see how you figure looks bare".
Something in her eyes said:
"My face will turn Red
If you touch one thread
I'd slap you're wrists and send you to bed
Without being fed
You're lucky if I don't bust your head
Bill bit his finger nail
Soaked his foot in a water pail
Should have never grabs her by the tail
Even if he'd drunk a qart of ale
But how'd he know she'd pick him up
And throw him over the rail?
