Stove Top Jacuzzi…

Just a few farts and I got myself a Jacuzzi,

Can’t, on top of the stove, take a snoozie,

Would cook my buns,

Till they were over done,

Nope, no sleeping while bathing in my Jacuzzi…

Hey, what is that thing between my legs?

Hey I thought I was a girl, after all you named me Peg,

Was that some sort of cruel joke, later in life you will get paid,

Blame you for all my problems, I will, won’t, will I, be able to get laid,

Will all be your fault, when I won’t be able to make the grade…

Did you notice the soap bubbles, Ivory liquid I think you used,

Isn’t that for dishes, not for a babies bottom,

Boy you guys are really startin’ off bad, did you not expect me,

Or did I come at a bad time, blame the stork, not me,

He must have stopped off in more than one bar,

Got lost did he, said he was asking for directions,

Everytime he came out, more lost was he, and we…

Well, I hope in the future, you start to use the bathtub,

You don’t have one? Well, what is it you guys use, yes, I am talking to you, bub? 

Hey ouch that burner is getting quite hot, it is burning thru to my butt,

Do you want me to have a permanent scar?

Besides the one I will have on my adult emotions, if I do get that far…

                © ed – 7/2/04