Post by Brian on Aug 4, 2018 20:08:42 GMT -6
There once was a lady named Bess,
Who truly hated wearing a dress,
She said, "Mother please,
I prefer dungarees,
That way I'll have less to confess!"
Though it brought her mother no joys,
She wanted to stop Bess's noise,
She regretted the day,
She let Bess have her way,
'cause then Bess played rough with the boys,
The pastor the mother did harry,
When Bess said she wanted to marry,
The man she did choose,
He never wore shoes,
His unkempt appearance was scary,
The pastor wed Bob and his Bess,
Who wore a full white wedding dress,
Bob was shaven and shorn,
And the suit he had worn,
Went through the old taylor's press,
Now Bess is pleased with her Bob,
Who turned out to not be slob,
The way that Bess dressed,
Her mother confessed,
Led her daughter right to her heart throb,
Now everyone's terribly pleased,
And we hope the lesson you've seized,
The fellow who sees,
Beneath dungarees,
Is the one who gets lovingly squeezed.
Brian Paul Sullivan © 2012
Who truly hated wearing a dress,
She said, "Mother please,
I prefer dungarees,
That way I'll have less to confess!"
Though it brought her mother no joys,
She wanted to stop Bess's noise,
She regretted the day,
She let Bess have her way,
'cause then Bess played rough with the boys,
The pastor the mother did harry,
When Bess said she wanted to marry,
The man she did choose,
He never wore shoes,
His unkempt appearance was scary,
The pastor wed Bob and his Bess,
Who wore a full white wedding dress,
Bob was shaven and shorn,
And the suit he had worn,
Went through the old taylor's press,
Now Bess is pleased with her Bob,
Who turned out to not be slob,
The way that Bess dressed,
Her mother confessed,
Led her daughter right to her heart throb,
Now everyone's terribly pleased,
And we hope the lesson you've seized,
The fellow who sees,
Beneath dungarees,
Is the one who gets lovingly squeezed.
Brian Paul Sullivan © 2012
