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
Pity-patty
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 © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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