I knew a lady whose name was Mandy

A little bit frisky and smelt like candy

Well, a kiss turned to a cuddle and a cuddle

to a fondle and everything was just dandy

 

As the barometer rose, I traveled down south

I did, but screamed out loud I did

for she was no Mandy - but now a very big Andy!

Built like a big malley bull was Mandy

 

Well, I fired back north at the sheer fright

to bellow at Mandy, but she was so randy

she said: “Let’s play horses and cowgirls all night

Now buck me a furlong my Sugar Stick Candy!”

 

Enraged I yelled: “I’m not your Sugar Stick Candy!”

I then pointed my tall man and said:

I may tickle your fancy, but you won’t ride this in bed

so forget this modus operandi

Copyright © - Steve G 2011

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