Saturday 27 June 2009
So who butters your parsnips?
Ooh, my little sweet potato pie,
come to daddies' dumplings thigh.
Hmm, make my bacon spit
and pappy promises to commit.
Oh yeath, break out the biscuits,
and forgive the bad boy pursuits.
Phew baby, did your oven rumble,
this guy's gone so has to scramble.
Call me, whenever. Chow.
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