User blog:Phealan1/Hello.

There was an old farmer he lived on a rock

He sat down in the meadow just shaking his

Fist at some boys sat down by the crick,

Their feet in the water, their hands on their

Marbles and playthings and at half past four,

There came a young lady she looked like a

Pretty young creature she sat on the grass,

She pulled up her skirt and showed them her,

Ruffles and laces and white fluffy duck,

She said she was learning a new way to

Bring up her children so they would not spit,

While the boys in the barnyard were shovelling

Refuse and litter from yesterday's hunt,

While the girl in the meadow was rubbing her

Eyes at the fellow down by the dock

He looked like a man with a sizeable

Home in the country with a big fence out front,

If he asked her politely she'd show him her

Little pet dog who was subject to fits,

And maybe she'd let him grab onto her

Small tender hand with a movement so quick,

And then she'd bend over and suck on his

Candy so tasty made of butterscotch,

And then he'd spray whipped cream all over her

Cookies that she had left out on the shelf,

If you think this is dirty you should go fuck yourself.