Fie-fi-fo-fum,
I smell the butt of an English Man,
Be he alive, or be he dead
I'll grind his bones to make my bread.
I tried to convince him it was blood not butt, but he didn't want to hear anything about it... so very funny! Then I started to think, well, maybe he is right. You can't smell someone's blood in their body. Yeah, yeah I know - literary license and all that. But, then it makes me laugh thinking about the English and their smelly butts.
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