Eye Spy
There was once an old woman,
Who lived in a small village,
Her name was Matilda Schoeman
Like Popeye, she only ate spinach!
One day she went to her Pastor,
To confess that her neighbor was
Always nude,
This is a chapter
Of my life I don’t want to end
Father, am I being rude?
The Pastor came to her house to see,
Saw nothing, oh yes, said she, but if you
Stand On my toilet seat
And put a milk crate on top, and kneel
On one knee,
I can see his weenie, now am I a cheat,
For I feel it’s a treat!
My eyesight is not so good, can not
Always see,
And do not recognize who he may be,
The Pastor looked up to heaven with glee,
So you don’t know said the Pastor,
And put down his half-finished
Cup of tea
Just continue to knit said he,
And under his breath said, thank you God
She does not know that the
Nude man is me!
Copyright © Jennifer Proxenos | Year Posted 2020
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