JOSH.
Joshua Mackintosh
Demanded his nosh
From poor little Suzie
His favourite floozy.
She used to be posh,
But now she's awash,
From the bulge
From when she indulged.
Josh didn't do it,
He really blew it,
It was uncle Dwight
Who got it right.
The offspring dropped,
To the floor it flopped,
And breathed,
It was properly conceived.
Josh was starved,
The baby was carved,
He enjoyed his meal,
Never heard baby squeal.
FLINCH.
That's funny,
You flinched,
Was that your bottom I pinched.
CHAIR.
Look at the chair,
Just sitting there,
Like a chair.
Doesn't know why,
Doesn't really care,
Stupid bloody chair.