Miss Polly - Poem by Marie 

Polly loved a sailor who sailed the seven sea's 
her mother never told her about birds and bee's 
She enjoyed all the slap and tickle with sailor Dan 
When he got her knocked up, the sailor ran and ran 

Polly had a baby a bright little blue eyed boy 
Then she had seven others, men where just a toy 
the last one was a post man after emptying his sack 
The bugger kept on running, he never looking back 

At 80 Polly passed away. Eight children had different dads 
Polly was well know in her town for servicing the lads 
At least sex made her happy if only for a while 
Thinking of her rebellious life often made old Polly smile 

So young ones please be aware, stay away from the lads 
unless you want a house full of kids, with out any dads 
Polly now rests in heaven. Now she is at peace with all 
She still remembers her sailor, loving by the backyard wall