Snow White and the Seven Dwarves
‘Let me!’ cried the Doc
as he glanced at the clock,
it’s been fifteen minutes since dopey
climbled up inside Miss Snow White’s fine behind
all because he just wanted some money.
‘It’s your fault!’ he yelled over to grumpy,
‘You offered him all of that cash!’
‘I didn’t imply’ was his grumbled reply,
‘To climb in it, but to merely stash
a finger or three up her ass.’
Miss Snow White, by the way,
had passed out that day
from a mixture of dwarf vodka and ale.
She lay ‘cross the beds,
as an eagle she’s spread,
and someone yelled ‘Dopey! Five bucks to impale
Snow White with your dirty dumb fingernails.’
Well Happy was as happy as Happy could be
when Dopey went elbow deep.
And when Dopey’s feet disappeared underneath,
it’s good Miss Snow White was still fast asleep,
she tossed and she turned but let out not a peep.
‘I’ve got an idea’, said the doc with a holler,
and grabbed Sneezy by his wet, snotty collar,
and turned Miss Snow White face up on the bed,
and ordered to Sneezy, ‘Now, please, give her head!’
So Sneezy, tongue out, drooled as he dabbled,
but soon found an itch on the tip of his nose.
‘I’m going to sneeze!” the old Sneezy babbled.
‘That’s the whole point!’ said the Doc with a groan.
And no sooner later came a large, loud ‘Achoo!’
And out flew dumb Dopey all covered in goo.
And late the next morning Miss Snow White did arise
with an ache in her head and in her intestines.
