The Splaying Rose

They dragged me in the woods papa,
And tore off all my clothes;
And kissed my lips and little nips;
Then kissed the splaying rose!

I couldn’t help it, papa dear,
Their lips were rings of fire.
It felt so nice I begged them thrice.
They gave me such desire...

And that they did, my papa dear,
Till crowed the morning cock;
When they were through cause they were do
For work at six o’clock.

They gave me back my clothes, papa.
They said I was the best.
Of all the hos it was my rose
That passed their Fucking test!

They said I was so tight, papa;
They hardly couldn’t fit;
And wouldn’t have without some salve.
I slicked them with my spit.

They shoved it up my butt, papa.
They passed me ‘round their camp.
They made me scream with all their cream,
And then they called me vamp.

They said it was my fault papa,
Cause I was just a tease
Without a bra; A Shangri-la.
They sored my cavities.

So that is why my dear papa,
I’ve had these awful cramps;
And why so soon, I think in June,
We’ll have to call you Gramps.