Oh, little girl, you'd match up with pretty boy
Fortunaly, all mistakes building up
They're crushing your bussiness enjoy
And at final over times our God
Every smile will be destroy
So, comin up, we're going to say: Holy crap

#poetr

And here's another of my clean - filthy limericks, but I couldn't find the one with the picture, which is annoying.

A vicar’s wife, all meek and mild
Would never do anything wild
But her eyes opened wide
On a bumpy bike ride
And she smiled and she smiled and she smiled

#poetry #poem

I am an adult