A macaroon was left in a room
Where fat arse Booby G took his afternoon tea
Bobby G Macdonald was in love with macaroons
And ate twenty two and sometimes twenty three with a large mug
of tea and a silver service spoon
His Ma called Clair had tried to ween Booby G from his tea

By calling for 'HELP! HELP! HELP ME, BOBBY.G! '
But fat buttock Bobby G played deaf til he'd scoffed his tea an caught his breathe! then he left

But sadly poor Clair had slipped down the stairs to her very tragic death!

yvette smith

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