An Ode to Mrs Ramsgate

O’ Mrs Ramsgate what can I say, you are a filthy old tart,
Doing anal with your pen tops that play tunes when you fart.
Hanging around the magic roundabout with a merkin made from fox
They tell me you’re a slapper who is riddled with the pox.


An acid bath is what you need to get clean from inside out,
You dirty, smelly hussy who loves Gin and Mackie Stout.
Your reputation goes before you, as you keep up the gangbang race,
Selling yourself to anyone, a fiver for a full on monkey face.


O’ Mrs Ramsgate you are disgusting oiling up with co-op lard,
Trying to soften up your aging crack that gone leathery and hard.
You’ve brought your husband Harry shame and dragged him to his knees
And the only thing you care about is can his tongue still please.

::o o

I am shocked at HOW TRUE these words are

BRILLIANT

classic .