Some people just have a dirty mind. Can you imagine?

[BOSTONFICTIONWRITER]

This little poem is going around the local sports station in Boston. I don’t get it. It’s just a poem to me or do you think that some people just have a dirty minds?

The was an old farmer
Who lived on a rock
He sat in the meadow
Just shaking his

Fist at some boys
Who were down by the crick
Their feet in the water
Their hands on their

Marbles and play things
And at half past four
There came a young lady
She looked like a

Pretty young creature
She sat on the grass
She pulled up her dress
And she showed them her

Ruffles and laces
And white fluffy duck
She said she was learning
A new way to

Bring up her children
So they would not spit.
While the boys in the barnyard
Were shoveling

Refuse and litter
From yesterday’s hunt.
While the girl in the meadow
Was rubbing her

Eyes at the fellow
Down by the dock.
He looked like a man
With a sizable

Home in the country
With a big fence out front.
If he asked her politely
She showed him her

Little pet dog
Who was subject to fits
And maybe she let him
Grab hold of her

Small tender hands
With a movement so quick
And then she’d bend over
And suck on his

Candy so tasty
Made of butterscotch
And then he’d spread whipped cream
All over her

Cookies that she left out
On her shelf.
If you think this is dirty
You can go (blank) yourself.

I don't get it (lol).

 

[john-the-author]

I love 'clean songs' because they're so much fun to sing.

There are two that always come to mind for me. One, about a mermaid, ends:

Shouting with vigor, and
Cursing with spleen.
This song may be dull,
But it's certainly clean.

And the last few verses of the other are:

Nibble the eraser
And chew it all to cubes.
Bear in mind that waitresses
Have very lovely

Tidbits on their platter
So good you'll like and scrape 'em
And if they don't come willingly,
I guess you'll have to

Come and have a drink with me
And end this song of mine.
I had a date at half-past eight,
Now it's half-past nine.

 

[BOSTONFICTIONWRITER]

Cute.

 

[Stella_Omega]

I have a sad story to tell you
It may hurt your feelings a bit
Last night as I walked into my bathroom
I stepped in a big pile of
Shaving cream, be nice and clean
Shave every day and you'll always look keen

I think I'll break off with my girlfriend
Her antics are queer, I'll admit
Each time I say, "Darling, I love you"
She tells me that I'm full of
Shaving cream, be nice and clean
Shave every day and you'll always look keen

Our baby fell out of the window
You'd think that her head would be split
But good luck was with her that morning
She fell in a barrel of
Shaving cream, be nice and clean
Shave every day and you'll always look keen

My old lady died in a bathtub
She died from a terrible fit
In order to fulfill her wishes
She was buried in six feet of
Shaving cream, be nice and clean
Shave every day and you'll always look keen

When I was in France with the army
One day I looked inside my kit
I thought I would find me a sandwich
But the darn thing was loaded with ...
Shaving cream, be nice and clean
Shave every day and you'll always look keen

And now folks my story is ended
I think it is time I should quit
And if anyone of you feel offended
Push your head in a bucket of
Shaving cream, be nice and clean
Shave every day and you'll always look keen

Lyrics by Benny Bell, sayeth google)

 

[BOSTONFICTIONWRITER]

I love it!

Thank you for that, very funny.