There once was a lady from Cork
Who knew how to use a knife and fork.
So polite she became
That this proper dame
Most offered love has strings attached to it,
So that the loving one can gain something thru it.
But genuine love
Comes only from above,
A politician emits a constant stream of hot air,
As he orates long with his polished flair.
But this bloated Phony
Is filled with baloney,
Mom, I don't remember but you do.
After nine months and much ado
A climax was reached.
A squaller screeched,
Children come naturally if we let 'em,
As in a secure marriage bond we get 'em.
So don't forego this joy
In exchange for a toy,