Henry's Ninth Wife - humor in a small poem
*snickers... 'nuff said...
V.
Henry's Ninth Wife
by
Vixyy Fox
Henry was a miserable old thing
Married eight times, he liked to sing,
'Heigh and Ho and Hie,
They must all serve me their pie.
If they don't,
Stoat or Goat,
Their heads all get cut off by and by.'
Number nine was a Fox to be sure
With a red waggy tail and long fur
'Love,' she sang, 'Not a lie!
If he so wants and desires my pie
Wooed I'll be
And give it free
When he shows me his loins by and by.'
Naked the old King begot
And waggled his boys at the Fox
Says he to her,
'Have you ever seen such a pair?'
She laughed and he became rather upsot.
'Henry,' Fox whispered upon him
Slyly licking his ear round the rim,
'Bring no light
In the dark of this night
And I promise you'll find something tight.'
The old boy knew he had won
But before sex his bowels had to run
To the loo he skipped
Where he meant for a sit
Only to find the plunger with his bum.