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My little sweet potato



I didn't see her comin',
But I sure felt the blow,
She smacked me on the kisser,
An' knocked me to the floor.


As to what might be the reason,
I swear I didn't know,
But one night in her lovin' arms,
Had I got seeds to sow?


I worship every inch of her,
My sweet Lancashire lass,
I've kissed the living daylights,
Outta everything she has.


She likes to let me nibble,
Let me stroke an' let me rub,
My little sweet potato,
My little lovey-dove.


I come home every evening,
What a welcome for a cove,
She likes to kiss and cuddle,
From the front door to the stove.


My after dinner passion,
By now I guess you've guessed,
Is a little sweet potato,
An' a long night without rest.

© Joseph G Dawson

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