The Women's Isle's 'The Landlords Manageress'
Much has been said of the crumpets of yore
Of barmaids and beauty house queens by the score
But I sing of the old bag that we all adore
The Landlord's Manageress
(Oh, her lips are as rose as her hair in retreat
Her whisky is poor and her beers aren't cheap
And while she is grooming she's bitter and sweet
The Landlord's Manageress.)
You'll never love another
Although she's not the kind of girl
To take home to your mother
Her groomies are lively and strong to the taste
They're brеwed with discretion and always with haste
You can have all you like If you swear not to waste
The Landlord's Manageress
And when her name is mentioned
The pants of every gentleman
Don't stand up at attention
Now there's Jane of the Blossom and Doll of the Crown
Pretty Kate of the Garter and Star down in town
Fat Dolly who keeps the Red Heart of renown
But we'll take the landlord's manageress
Oh, nothing can delight so
As does the part that lies between
their left toe and their right toe
Disclaimer:
These are scenarios only, therefore any similarities to actual events, people or places are purely coincidental.
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