A most wicked young lady of Dover Has gone and stolen my favourite pullover. So I’ve said to Bess “If you want your dress Then first give me back my pullover!”
The traffic in the distance. The falling rain. I have no real resistance To the pleasure And pain Of a girl’s half-hearted kisses, That fall like the rain.
A most beautiful young lady named Polly Said, “lets go and do something jolly!” When we did rush Into a thick bush We screamed, “my god its prickly holly!”
On the night that’s known as Halloween A young lady sat eating some cream. When the devil, being a wit Said, “please, give me a bit”. And then she awoke from that dream!
I know a young lady named Heart Who is an expert in performing art. She performs on my lawn With that pretty Miss Thorn Which really is good for my heart!
There was a young lady of Portugal Who had a reputation for being dull. Her conversation was so boring It had her lovers snoring, And her talk it killed a bull!
When a young lady whose name is Lou Said, “I shall write a poem about you!”, It was really rude And so extremely lude, That I hear you are going to sue!