When Murdina’s in her butcher’s shop
Be nice to her, or chop, chop, chop!
Always remember your ps and qs,
When asking for a pound of stew.
Never gurn and never gripe.
Never criticise her tripe.
For goodness sake, don’t ever say,
“I think the bacon’s off today.”
She’ll mince your ears, she’ll boil your toes,
She’ll stuff some stuffing where stuffing goes.
Don’t count your change, just smile “Goodbye,”
Or, you might be her next meat pie!
By Hazy Dizzylady - The Highland Island Bard
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