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Pity Patty Peddy

Peddy don’t know-no betta to do,
he just following his imaginary urges,
friendly suggestions from   TuSac Boy Blue
Sayin’ little Timmy and Sue
wanna play     the same game too


First fake squirt a few ...
then tell his new little buddies,
he made a tear boo-boo
Let him cry on the shoulder,
while his little hands       privately
	wander over
down there      and touch you

Peddy got caught
wid his hands in the honey pot
Patting his little head ... sweating hard,
	   and licking his lips a lot

Take po’ pity on Peddy,
‘cause his little fingers gon be
trying to pick the lock

Pity-patter of his little feet ...
lying to escape
another beating, and him eating
his own bad boy snot

Prison infirmary peeps sez:
Peddy’s short eyes memory
         most daze
don’t remember a lot

Much of what he does now ... 
is suck his tiny thumb,
and finger diddle 
wid the pretty little flower pot

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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