Naughty Thoughts Are Always Parochial
How fetching you look, Miss Sipple
In pink, with just a hint of cream
However, I don't like the ripple
Of cherry down every second seam
Perhaps, if you took off your glasses,
Your beauty would dazzle us pupils
I have prayed at various Masses
To banish my old-fashioned scruples
My poor knuckles - they ache for your ruler
Oh, yes! Miss Sipple, I'm naughty
And I'm sure you would find it much cooler
Were you not such a capo-like hotty
Will you keep me behind after class?
I yearn to be taught a good lesson
I know you can't tolerate sass
But enjoy a good tongue-lash, I'm guessin'
Contributors: | F, Beefy, Grayman, Kansas Sam. |
Poem finished: | 14th August 2004 by F. |