The Pot Bellied Cook and the three legged dog...

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In an old wooden tavern, quite close to a bog
Lives a pot bellied cook and a three legged dog
He spends all his days making green smelly cheese
While the three legged dog sits and scratches his fleas


High up in a tower, lives the Old Purple Bint 
Who drinks nothing but smoothies of onion and mint
She grows all her food in a pair of old boots
And makes soap from the juice of the dandelion root

But cook wasn’t happy to live all alone
He wanted to share the green cheese in his home 
So he closed up the tavern and set foot outside 
With his three legged dog he looked for a bride

To the Old Purple Bint in the tower he strolled
With some cheese in a sock, feeling ever so bold
He called from the ground to the window above
And proclaimed from his knees his intentions of love.


“My darling, my sugar, my sweetheart, my dear
I have lived all alone for so many a year
I have come to ask you, would you marry me please
And stand by my side with my dog and his fleas”


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