Someone’s knockin’
‘Pon my door;
So they call themselves the law?!
What the fuck they want me for?
Prob’ly come to steal my draw!
So the lil pig says:
“Let me in, let me in!”
Not by the hairs on my fuckin chin.
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Someone’s knockin’
‘Pon my door;
So they call themselves the law?!
What the fuck they want me for?
Prob’ly come to steal my draw!
So the lil pig says:
“Let me in, let me in!”
Not by the hairs on my fuckin chin.
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Why did you cross “u” in fuck?
i’m not sure to be honest, i’m sure i’m rated Adult lol
This is so cool, it made me laugh out loud, and immediately read it out to my son. What a great twist on the three little pigs. Love it!
thank you ๐ i read it to my daughter after reading your comment, mayb she’s too young to understand lmao so now she’s trying to make her own kiddy version ๐ where the wolfs on the inside being annoyed by the three pigs
Thanks again ๐
Oh I maybe should have mentioned my son is 19 years old !!
lmao ๐ my lil brat is 7 but she kind of understands due to putting up with me and my ways ๐
Yoy typed it up!
lmao ๐
i realised that youngsters may be reading ๐
i see nothing wrong with swearing, (not nice from a child tho)
it’s the context that’s important.
the problem is that i change my mind more often than my socks lmao
something about the moon in gemini and the sun in sagitarius if you believe that kind of thing ๐
Dont worry, I have no problems with swearing, have enough of that on my own poems haha. And youngsters? They probably know more than we assume.
And changing your mind.. Im with you on that one too ๐
ye of course they know about swearing ๐
joke time:
“dad whats a cunt?”
dad takes kid into mummys bedroom and lifts the blanket, points between her legs.
“that son, is a vagina…….. ya mums a cunt!”