He sat doon in the railway car <br />Adjacent, there sat a young lassie. <br />Was it joost the beer that he’d drank at the bar, <br />Or did she huv a helluva chassis? . <br /> <br />He stifled a cough, once the train had set off <br />As her actions were raising some issue. <br />Much to his unease, she would frequently sneeze <br />Then wipe twixt her legs with a tissue! <br /> <br />Now several times she committed these crimes <br />Was she serious or was she jokin’. <br />He was left in nay doot, when she wrang the thing oot <br />Efter ten wipes, the hanky was soakin’! <br /> <br />“I’m sorry tay ask, but I coodnay but notice <br />when yer sneezing, wee lass, whit ye day next is no nice.” <br /> <br />“I’ve a medical problem, the strangest disease, <br />which means I orgasm, whenever I sneeze.” <br /> <br />“I see” so he said. Her plight clear in his head. <br />“I think noo, I understand better” <br />“Is there no somethin’ that, ye can take for yer twat” <br />“Feekin right! ” she said, “I’m takin’ pepper! ”<br /><br />Reece Kaye<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-gentleman-should-not-always-pick-up-a-lady-s-tissue/
