Witty Ditty

A lad from Cornwall did seek,
The perfect maid in a week,
He took her to tea,
She sat on his knee,
So he asked for a peek xxxx :ohmy: :whistle:

Sit on my knee little girl said he
I am confused does he mean me
It's many years since I was a girl
He's got my mind in such a whirl
He offers sweets and lots of fun
It may be time to cut and run
Or maybe I will stay and play
See what he offers another day.

Come on Mr Park, have you got writers block?????

Sit upon my knee Lady in stockings,
For I have for you something not shocking,
It will seem quite bold,
From a Gent not too old,
And you could be brave,
Feeling this old knave,
But surprised or not I am quite sure,
After this event you will be not so pure xxxx;) :lol: :whistle:

Loves young dream has passed me by
But I do not sit and cry
Life is short so have some fun
Be prepared to cut and run
You may fall in love. Oh no
Then again what a way to go.

So off we went to Rye,
The lady did not cry,
I only wondered why,
She was not ever too shy,
Tears were almost shed,
When talking of the bed,
A funny life had been led,
By the male who was never a Ted,

But calm was yet to fall,
As cuddles made by all,
Affection did not stall,
Lusting for the ball,
A kiss was to ignite,
The lady with a fright,
Just testing their resolve,
A deep yearning it would solve

(an extract taken from....In the mood...by Mr. F. Mondeo....1898)

xxxx :side: :silly: :lol: