Saturday 8 December 2012

SUE BENDER BY JIM BYRNE

My dad`s always charmed women,
They thought he wert Bee`s Knee`s,
His antics were alarmin,
He copped of with women With ease.

He`s an embalmer by trade,
Preserving the women he`d had,
Four times a week, Had it made,
A real old charmer me dad.

Little one`s Big one`s,He didn`t care,
If one walked past he would  look,
It were their smell, Their flowing blonde  hair,
One whiff , He were took,

One day he pulled Ada Allsop,
Bunyans  and Boils on her arse,
This one was way overt top,
He realised, This is a farce.

He settled down with Sue Bender,
She`s from next door but Two,
He ditched the idea of big Brenda,
She`d taken to violence wit shoe.

Two weeks of strife, All gone past,
Hitting and belting wit shoe,
One of his ears had been slashed,
All`s right with Sue from next door but Two.

Copyright, James Byrne

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