An Ode to a Troglodyte
Can’t pay, won’t pay,
All in a days work,
Can’t cook, won’t cook,
Dont know what’s a fork,
Modelling, toddling,
With her broken feet,
Shape shifting, Piss taking,
Making ends meet
Mum of the year, Rear of the year
When horses pulled a cart
Gurning, churning, forever moaning,
She stinks like a rancid fart
Hubble bubble, toil and trouble
Into the witches brew
Smoke and mirrors, frogs and toads
Irish stew (in the name of the law)
Can’t pay, won’t pay,
All in a days work,
Can’t cook, won’t cook,
Dont know what’s a fork,
Modelling, toddling,
With her broken feet,
Shape shifting, Piss taking,
Making ends meet
Mum of the year, Rear of the year
When horses pulled a cart
Gurning, churning, forever moaning,
She stinks like a rancid fart
Hubble bubble, toil and trouble
Into the witches brew
Smoke and mirrors, frogs and toads
Irish stew (in the name of the law)