“There was an old creep on Nantucket...”
Bagster, wax poetic and finish the limerick.
There was an old creep on Nantucket
with a face no mama could love it
he'd see a small girl
take a sniff of her curl
and say Hello I'm a child molester
Ha. Thought I was gonna work in 'S it' or 'F it', dintcha'? I'm on to your wood witch tricks, old woman.