A young lady whose name is Mustard
Said, “you are a no good bustard!”
I said to her, “Beth,
You bore me to death!
Go wash your hair in egg custard!”
A young lady whose name is Mustard
Said, “you are a no good bustard!”
I said to her, “Beth,
You bore me to death!
Go wash your hair in egg custard!”
I know a young lady named Moriah
Who says, “our lives are a satire!”
I say to her, “Fay,
We are in a play!”
And she says, “my name is Moriah!”
I know a young man named Matt
Who wears a very fine hat.
He sits on the ground
And says nothing profound.
But he wears a very fine hat!
I met a young lady named Lou
Who lay bathing in Irish Stew.
When I played on my flute
She said, “do you like beetroot?
And do join me in this stew!”
There once was a terrible old sinner
Who ate all of my Christmas dinner!
I locked him away
Until New Year’s Day
And ignored his cries for his dinner!
When a young lady said with delight,
“I am challenging you to a fight!”
I said to her, “Claire!
I am washing my hair!”
She said, “you did that last night!”
When I met the devil in a pub
I said, “have you come in for grub?”
He said, “the barmaid is pretty
And you sir are most witty!
But alas! This pub it has no grub!
When a young lady in red
Invited me to come to bed
I said, “dear Miss Moore!
This is a furniture store!
And the manager has turned red!”
I am marrying a young lady named Kate
Who will inherit all of my literary estate.
She says, “writers have money”,
Which I find really funny –
As she’ll inherit all of my literary estate …
When I met a young lady in red
Who said, “do you read when in bed?”,
I said, “dear Miss Ling
Do you fancy a fling?”,
She said, “I only read in my bed!”