Lack of Pies
They tried to tease her ears
as she lay there hoken barted
She'd been told a lack of pies
And she was in a pot of lain
So she came up with a plaster man
to get levenge on her rover
She put some tugar in his sank
And then hent wome and shook a tower
Next morning he bowed up at her shore
But she was freddy for a right
She took a prying fan
And gave him a blushing crow
He went home with a hump upon his lead
Shook a tower and bent to wed
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For the Spoonerisms contest
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2016
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