Poor Poe - Jack Horn

There Was! ( A COLLABORATION ) by~ JACK HORN There was a Sheila down under, Whose dress sense was a big blunder, She bent over, said,‘Grit’ - As her tight trousers split, And farted like claps of thunder! There was an old man from Glencoe, Whose kilt was made of itchy wool. Like he had scores of fleas, He scratched his hairy knees - And parts where you don’t want to go! by~ POET DESTROYER There was Sheila visiting the land Glencoe, She stared at this old man name Poe. She was a corny young lady. Laughed while he scratched his shady, Than she smiled and said hello. This old man Poe, was a fine dancer. Who fell for Shelia's down under enhancer. Down on his hairy knees, He begged pretty please! And confessed the fleas are really cancer. A collaboration with * Jack Horn My collaboration contest