A chap called George St Clair and I had a discussion concerning his girl friend...> >In my calendar for '84, >I noted I managed to score, >She was really gorgeous; >P'raps this girl of George's >Is mine... I'll be his dad-in-law! > >And yes George, I did come again, >Three times, though it poured down with rain, >But during that shower >I plucked her sweet flower,... >But was her name Sylvie or Jane? > >Tiddy. [Maybe george can tell us. Rhiannon is nearly an anagram of >raining, so it could be...] > But wait, the plot (and the gravy) thickens...
With a girl, in about '63 I went for the Beatles to see, She was very charming, But her lust was alarming, She pretty near raped little me.
Though normally I'd use contraception, In this case I made an exception, In a lane, back of Tesco, (British supermarket chain.) We did it al fresco, And I'm quite sure it led to conception.
Got a letter from her, and it ran on, "I've got a granddaughter, Rhiannon, She's a beauty, so rare, And her love, G St Clair, She says has a hell of a ram on."
So George, you take care of my daughter, (Or granddaughter,) do as you oughta, Treat her like a queen, And don't ever be mean, Or I'll come there and out I will sort ya.
Tiddy. [That damned stupid song, "I'm my own grandpa" is going round in my head again!]
Last updated: Thu, 23 Sep 1999.