Rumplestiltskin
Washing Up
The young Irish lass was distraught.
No one had ever explained to her the
consequences of doing 'that'.
'Oh Mammy, Mammy." she lamented,
'Oim pregnant. Oim goin' to have a baby.'
Her mother liked to be clear on these things.
'Holy Mother,' she exclaimed, 'are ye sure it's yours?'
No one had ever explained to her the
consequences of doing 'that'.
'Oh Mammy, Mammy." she lamented,
'Oim pregnant. Oim goin' to have a baby.'
Her mother liked to be clear on these things.
'Holy Mother,' she exclaimed, 'are ye sure it's yours?'
