Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Tommy Baker


Tommy Baker

Tommy Baker went to a show
At a brothel where he wasn't known
He knew he'd find hell
If his wife he did tell
On the way poor Tommy fretted
And man that boy he sweated
He was seated in the very back
Bravery was something he lacked
He didn't need to worry though
His wife was the star of the show

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