My mother- your mother

Submitted By: bluejeenz1

My mother your mother live across the street
1819 Blueberry street
Every night they have a fight
and this is what they say
Boy's are rotten
made out of cotton
Girls are handy
made out of candy
Boys go to Jupiter
to get more stupider
Girls go to Mars
to get more candy bars
Boys drink whiskey
to get more frisky
Girls drink Pepsi
to get more sexy
Icky Icky soda pop
Icky Icky you
Icky Icky soda pop
a boy loves you

Author: Bluejeenz1
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