Bingo

Animals have moved in next door 
That must be true somehow 
I swear I heard my mother say 
She's a sour faced old cow . 
Now she is a dirty cow 
For not keeping her curtains shut 
and my dad has had a rollocking 
For staring at her butt .

I didn't know cows should wear a bra 
but mum says ''she's showing all she's got''
To a teenage boy fresh out of puberty 
That cow next door sure looks hot .
Now mum is going ballistic 
She swears the cows neck is made of brass
Just because she wears a skirt 
That barely covers her ass. 

Now they are the best of friends 
We've torn down the garden wall 
Girty next door loves bingo 
So there must be no barriers at all 
Its not a game for me to play
but I choose my bingo ball 
Dirty girty number thirty 
Please give me a call.

funnymumverse

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