Simple Simon
Met a pie man
Going to the fair
Said Simple Simon
To the pie man
What have you got there?
Pies, old chap
And they're not crap
They'll bring you joy
My boy.
They're made with herbs
And special weed,
They'll make you happy
Yes indeed!
They will not do you any harm
I make them
On MacDonald's farm.
Now you out there
might think this funny
That the pie man took his money.
His mother it did not amuse
So Simon's arse she did abuse (metaphorically, of course)
A/N It didn't help that he giggled throughout the whole process!
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Owain Glyn
