Your wrinkled stockings
Appear a tad bit tired,
Why does thee bother?
You can be tasty
Like Dorothy Lamour in her youth.
Ye legs are a snag.
All I ask of thee
Is to ditch them long stockings,
Then I can take thee.
Oh me daft ferrets
Moan endlessly about it.
Just lose them Nora.
I would like to see
Me lone bird really dressed up,
That would be sublime.
Orient Express --
Thee and I to Australia.
Think about it lass?
