When the vicar’s daughter lost her frock
The whole parish received a great shock,
But ’twas found in my house
By the good vicar’s noble spouse,
Whilst drunk on the bishop’s fine hock!
When the vicar’s daughter lost her frock
The whole parish received a great shock,
But ’twas found in my house
By the good vicar’s noble spouse,
Whilst drunk on the bishop’s fine hock!
Oh crikey Kevin. I’m lost for words. Nif I did use them they might be a bit urreverent lol
Perhaps it was a new frock Lorraine and the forgetful young woman left it, in a bag in my home when she came round for tea and cakes …! On the other hand … thanks for your comment, Lorraine. Have a lovely Sunday. All the best, Kevin
Lol Kevin. Who knows. But a gurl who has bought a new frock guards it with her life usually lol. Have a nice Sunday Kevin x
Thank you, Lorraine. All the best, Kevin
Hahahaha
Funny 😆 funny 😆
Love 💕 the innuendos
Thank you, I’m pleased my poem brightened up your day and brought a smile to your face. All the best and have a good Sunday, Kevin
And that it does.
Same to you Kevin