The wife is standing ower there,
Wondering what she's gonna wear,
Since she's ta'en the time and care,
Doing up her bloody hair.
So I put to her, a dare.
I dared her to go oot bare,
She looked at me, her eyes did glare,
I thought that she was gonna swear.
(But) ...
'Every~one would stop and stare,
At a sight that was so rare.
They'd think I was a silly mare,
Or even worse, not quite all there.'
If you must go oot in yir Birthday suit, ye could at least have the decency to iron it first! LOL Danny
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
funny poem Lizzy dave nice XXX