Ping Pong, Wrong
Once upon a time when in school
When I was a handsome young fool
OK (Hands up) As a kid
I lied and you know that I did
I was in a poetry class
My eye caught a beautiful lass
She was one pretty but also looked dumb
With nice boobs and a fantastic bum
So Mr Froggard with his big mexican tache
Like a god, was in charge of this class
Like some 70's B movie **** star
Loved to tell us, we would not get very far
So Mr froggard set us a task
Write for me he did ask
What I want from you this day
Is a fifteen page A4 essay
Now, what I want you to find
Deep down, right in your mind
Give to me, give me your all
Describe the Inside of a "ping pong ball"
Well this was all too much for me
I don't do all this literacy
So I said to that pretty young hips
I just want to kiss those red lips
So she met me behind the old sheds
Her head went right down to her legs
I am honest I tell you its true
Its the day I had my first screw
As I un winded the top
Of that cool big bottle of pop
As she took the very first drink
I said, f**k literacy, its swim or you sinkl
Copyright © John Scott | Year Posted 2014
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