Give Me a Convent GirlA Poem by NevilleJust a bit of fun.....Give Me a Convent Girl I once had a friend His name was Mick And my goodness Was he bloody thick He was English by the way He used to sing And used to drink But rarely did he Stop to think He was English by the way Okay sometimes He was norty And though harmless Logic was not His bloomin forte He was English by the way He used to drink Till he was sick An his fav’rite rhyme He said double quick In an Irish accent by the way Give me a convent girl Any old time With a hand On her ha’penny And not on mine He was English by the way © 2018 NevilleAuthor's Note
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