Women - i love them, but they drive me insane ( Archived) (2)

Miss Bitter
The reason why Miss Bitter is
Behind her desk so mean to me
No need to ask, its plain to see
Cause she don’t like her clitoris

There was a time, oh so long ago
When her builder friend Murphy,
Last in class, first name Joe
Got lucky just once in his life
With Miss Bitter, who almost became his wife

With curried chips and Guinness fuelled fury
Very early one Sunday he said: “we must marry”
When down he went on her, all she said:
“Why don’t you take off your shoes and your hat?”

The sweat that dripped off him
Straight onto her chest
Just another juice
That on her went to waste

Sad Miss Bitter
didn’t know any better
No one ever told her
there was a finish line
So Joe the builder rushed to the end on his own

And if it had not been
For his clumsy coordinations
Meanwhile Miss Bitter could also have seen
And read the captions
In this months edition of Hello magazine