Move over Shakespeare

Bedding blowing in the breeze

Birds are chirping in the tree

Daisy sits upon fresh bed

Nappy off she does a wee

 

Next step try to dress her

She isn’t up for it

So stands in-front of bedroom window

And flashes both her t**s

 

Now its the the turn of medicine

This is going to be fun

She wallops me with a fimbles toy

Now where’s that bloody gun

 

Its 7am on Sunday 

I look like a bag of sh*t

So make-up on and flick my hair

Let’s just get on with it!

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