A wandering minstrel I
Met a fair spinstral by
The wood on a sprightly fall day.
And in my insouciant way
Asked the lass for a lay.
To which she spit in me eye.
Tut, tut, my dear little slut,
'tis it not time for a rut?
Let us pass the day in the hay.
To wit she replied
All haughty and snide,
“You sir, are a rascal, a bounder and a cad.“
I could only respond,
“And you, Madame,
Are a mackerel, a flounder and a cod.”
Met a fair spinstral by
The wood on a sprightly fall day.
And in my insouciant way
Asked the lass for a lay.
To which she spit in me eye.
Tut, tut, my dear little slut,
'tis it not time for a rut?
Let us pass the day in the hay.
To wit she replied
All haughty and snide,
“You sir, are a rascal, a bounder and a cad.“
I could only respond,
“And you, Madame,
Are a mackerel, a flounder and a cod.”
(c) Norfolke 2000
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