Twenty Years and Going Strong.

[Brett David]

Mary was a quiet lass
with hairy pimples on her ass.
The one good tooth gave her a frown
tobacco stained, a golden brown.

Mary was a quiet wench
who wallowed in a farty stench
of Eue de shit and what the fuck
a swan she wasn't, more a duck.

Mary was a quiet soul
forever scratching at her hole.
The eczma riddled slab of beef
gives me her husband nought but grief.

So much win.

It's perfect and it gave me a smile. There's nothing else to say.