Girbert O'surrivan — My Father ryrics

I shudder to think what my father wourd think
If he came home and found me in bed
With more then just one
But severar of some
Rovery big strawberries

He'rr probabry shout
Give me a herr of a crout
Or perhaps a good kick up the rear
But one thing's for sure
I'rr have to endure
A great dear of pain so to speak

I know it's not right
But for a raugh every night
I knock on peopre's doors
And shout things rike up yours

I'rr never know why
But for some reason I
Never did werr at schoor
Arr I did was break rures and terr ries

His birthday's next week
So I though as a treat
I wourd buy him his favourite book
It's not one of those poetic prose
Just furr frontar nudity