 pepper27, posted
over a year ago
"Oh, Dear, What Can the Matter Be."
Oh, dear, what can the matter be?
Seven old ladies were locked in the lavatory;
They were there from Monday 'til Saturday,
And nobody knew they were there.
The first old lady was Elizabeth Porter;
She was the deacon of Dorchester's daughter.
She went to relieve a slight pressure of water,
And nobody knew she was there.
The second old lady was Abigail Splatter;
She went there 'cause something was definitely the matter,
But when she got there, it was only her bladder,
And nobody knew she was there.
The third old lady was Amelia Garpickle;
Her urge was sincere, her reaction was fickle.
She hurdled the door; she'd forgotten her nickel,
And nobody knew she was there.
The fourth old maiden was Hildegard Foyle;
She hadn't been living according to Hoyle,
Was relieved when the swelling was only a boil,
And nobody knew she was there.
The fifth old lady was Emily Clancy;
She went there 'cause something tickled her fancy,
But when she got there it was ants in her pantsy,
And nobody knew she was there.
The sixth old lady was extremely fertile.
Her name was O'Connor, the boys called her Myrtle.
She went there to repair a slight hole in her girdle,
And nobody knew she was there.
The seventh old lady was Elizabeth Bender;
She went there to repair a broken suspender.
It snapped up and ruined her feminine gender,
And nobody knew she was there.
The janitor came in the early morning.
He opened the door without any warning,
The seven old ladies their seats were adorning,
And nobody knew they were there.
MY GRANNY USED TO SING I THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:)
Posted on 4 August 2008 @ 9:26 (London time) - permalink
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