Your Dirty Mind
There was a young lady,
Called Mrs McCoy.
Who went to the shop
To pick up a new toy.
The chap at the counter
Lost all of his banter,
When in her handbag
It started to deploy.
I know what your thinking
And I've not been drinking.
It was only a rocket,
For her little boy.
Copyright © Simon Hamill | Year Posted 2020
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