On the 19th Day of June…
On the 19th day of June, my true love sent to me,
An oven that blew up at teatime.
On the 19th day of June, my true love sent to me,
Two soiled carpets
And an oven that blew up at teatime.
On the 19th day of June, my true love sent to me,
Three squabbling kids,
Two soiled carpets
And an oven that blew up at teatime.
On the 19th day of June, my true love sent to me,
Four poo-smeared legs,
Three squabbling kids,
Two soiled carpets
And an oven that blew up at teatime.
On the 19th day of June, my true love sent to me,
FIVE WASHING LOADS!
Four poo-smeared legs,
Three squabbling kids,
Two soiled carpets
And an oven that blew up at teatime.
On the 19th day of June, my true love sent to me,
Six sticky hands,
FIVE WASHING LOADS!
Four poo-smeared legs,
Three squabbling kids,
Two soiled carpets
And an oven that blew up at teatime.
On the 19th day of June, my true love sent to me,
Seven toys a-thrown,
Six sticky hands,
FIVE WASHING LOADS!
Four poo-smeared legs,
Three squabbling kids,
Two soiled carpets
And an oven that blew up at teatime.
On the 19th day of June, my true love sent to me,
Eight bomb site rooms,
Seven toys a-thrown,
Six sticky hands,
FIVE WASHING LOADS!
Four poo-smeared legs,
Three squabbling kids,
Two soiled carpets
And an oven that blew up at teatime.
On the 19th day of June, my true love sent to me,
Nine fallings over,
Eight bomb site rooms,
Seven toys a-thrown,
Six sticky hands,
FIVE WASHING LOADS!
Four poo-smeared legs,
Three squabbling kids,
Two soiled carpets
And an oven that blew up at teatime.
On the 19th day of June, my true love sent to me,
Ten things misplaced,
Nine fallings over,
Eight bomb site rooms,
Seven toys a-thrown,
Six sticky hands,
FIVE WASHING LOADS!
Four poo-smeared legs,
Three squabbling kids,
Two soiled carpets
And an oven that blew up at teatime.
On the 19th day of June, my true love sent to me,
Eleven thousand questions,
Ten things misplaced,
Nine fallings over,
Eight bomb site rooms,
Seven toys a-thrown,
Six sticky hands,
FIVE WASHING LOADS!
Four poo-smeared legs,
Three squabbling kids,
Two soiled carpets
And an oven that blew up at teatime.
On the 19th day of June, my true love sent to me,
Twelve screams in temper,
Eleven thousand questions,
Ten things misplaced,
Nine fallings over,
Eight bomb site rooms,
Seven toys a-thrown,
Six sticky hands,
FIVE WASHING LOADS!
Four poo-smeared legs,
Three squabbling kids,
Two soiled carpets
AND…AN…OVEN…THAT…BLEW…UP…AT…TEATIIIIIIME! 🙂