Sidney's Bum
Once knew a jolly old pirate named Sid
Robbed from the rich and kept it he did
The old rhyme is wrong, Sid was a jerk
He'd push old ladies down in the dirt
Heard that his childhood was really quite sad
Not only that, his breath was quite bad
His shipmates wondered, was Sid really happy
He always seemed strange and really sappy
Perhaps in childhood all the girlies made fun
Had backup lights on his extra large bum
Sid was quite sensitive so in later years
He wore a long coat to cover up his rear
One night his pirate ship lost all it's power
Sid to the rescue, his bum shone for hours
So ever since then, he's a proud son of a gun
An old pirate's tale bout Sidney's big bum
© Jack Ellison 2015
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