It’s the family that lived down the hall/
Whose names I can never recall:/
But father was dour/
And mother was sour/
And their daughter had no breasts at all.///
We would pass every day on the stairs/
And exchange the most affable glares/
Their Dad and I spoke, once -/
A few leonine grunts/
Then we both returned to our “lairs”..///
Oh, this fading memory of mine !/
Tis blurred by my breakfast wine -/
But I’m vastly relieved/
For their name I’ve retrieved:/
The family name was “Sunshine” !
It’s the family that lived down the hall/
Whose names I can never recall:/
But father was dour/
And mother was sour/
And their daughter had no breasts at all.///
We would pass every day on the stairs/
And exchange the most affable glares/
Their Dad and I spoke, once -/
A few leonine grunts/
Then we both returned to our “lairs”..///
Oh, this fading memory of mine !/
Tis blurred by my breakfast wine -/
But I’m vastly relieved/
For their name I’ve retrieved:/
The family name was “Sunshine” !