norman and the Foreman.
A cheerful sort o' chap was Norman,
Humming, whistling, while he toiled,
'Til with the daughter of the foreman
Norman got himself embroiled.
Each day young Lucie May would trot
Along with Daddy's lunchtime snack,
And passing Norman, always shot
A glance, and call "Good morning, Jack."
But norm, embarrassed, hung his head,
A grunt his only answer back,
His face suffusing shades of red,
And she still thought his name was Jack.
And so it happened, one fine day,
That Lucie came, with cheese-filled bap,
But Daddy had been called away,
And thus she spake: "Hey, Jack, old chap...
"My dad, it seems, has disappeared."
Said Norm: "He's off with Mr Cole
To town." She came and tugged his beard,
Said: "Jack, I'm sure you'd like a roll."
She whispered in his ear "Let's go for
Lunch to Daddy's foreman's hut,
I know he's got a comfy sofa."
In they went, the door was shut.
What they did there I'm not saying,
(Ogg discretion here has learned.)
Some generation game they're playing,
When our Lucie's dad's returned.
So what does Lucie's father do
Encountering the gruesome sight,
Of this coarse, hairy-buttocked man
Deflowering his heart's delight?
From a life-form non-exotic
Sprang that race the foreman breed,
Powwer-mad and quite despotic,
Motivated most by greed.
Reaching for his Insstamatic,
Gleefully the foreman roars,
"Money's in stunts acrobatic,
Starring girls without their drawers."
Snaps of Lucie and her lover!
Prices which cannot be beat!
Sent to you in plain brown cover,
Service quick and most discreet.
Thursday, June 13, 2002