The bard traveled
by foot
to her
next destination,
A lighthouse
in a small village
by the sea.
On the way,
she tuned her guitar
And sang this little tune
“Minky Linky
My boyfriend is stinky
He’s full of farts
After he eats bean tarts
That his mama makes him
Minky Linky
Promise with my little pinky
You wouldn’t believe his stench
If you were a fishmonger’s wench
Minky Linky
My boyfriend is stinky”
Onward she trod,
Singing her little ditty
Tuning her guitar
Steadily walking on
Towards the village
By the coast
So she could sing
In the lighthouse
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Comments (1)
Lovely piece.