Gary Gary quite the Fairy,
How does your bank debt grow?
With Posh’s claws dug in my skull,
and pretty gifts all in a row.
Baa, baa, Posh’s sheep,
Have you any gold?
Yes Ma’am, yes Ma’am,
Three bags full;
All for the Goddess,
And Posh is her name,
But none for the little boy
Who lives down the lane.
Posh and Paul
Went to the mall
To fetch a pail of diamonds.
Paul fell down
And broke his crown
And Posh left to the Islands.
One, two, buy me shoes;
Three, four, you’re going poor;
Five, six,bring me goldbricks;
Seven, eight, lay them straight;
Nine, ten, do it again;
Ring a-round the Poshy,
A pocket full of money,
Bankrupt! Bankrupt!
You all fall down!
Copy, save, print and keep it in your wallet.
Posh, you not only are an extraordinary writer and a gorgeous woman, but you have fantastic musical taste, as well.
You deserve all the cash you get from those subs and more.
You are one of the few Dommes out there I can sincerely say I look up to.
Thanks for being awesome