Poor Little Angeline

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Poor Little Angeline
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She was sweet sixteen.
Little Angeline
Always playing on the village green
And a virgin still.
Never had a thrill.
Poor little Angeline.

Now the local squire
Had a dirty desire.
Said he populate the whole damned shire
On the way
To the path
Of poor little Angeline.

At the village square
The squire was there.
Masturbating in the square.
Said he'd like to be
In the company
Of poor little Angeline.

As she raised her skirt
To keep it out of dirt
Skipping o'er the puddles.
That the squire did squirt.
At the sight she saw.
When the squire was in the raw
Of poor little Angeline.

And he said "Where's your cat
I'll take you there
Was pummeled by a wagon.
And is squashed quite flat.
I've my car's in the square.
And I'll take you there."
Poor little Angeline.

He stopped the car
When they hadn't gone far
Screwed the maiden right in the car
With new objects
She feared no sex
Poor little Angeline.

Now the dirty old man
Had got his words

You could hear them say
Of poor little Angeline.

Angeline cried "Rape"
He raised his cape,
This time she knew there'd be no escape.
The squire came again
To save the name.
Of poor little Angeline.

It has been told
Of a blacksmith bold.
Who'd loved Angeline for years I 'm told.
He was handsome too
And promised to be true,
To poor little Angeline.

But it's sad to say
That on the very same day,
The blacksmith put in the jail to stay
He soaked his pants
At the local dance.
With poor little Angeline.

Now the bars of his cell
Overlooked the dell.
Where the squire was giving the young maiden hell.
As they reached the grass
He saw the ass,
Of poor little Angeline.

So he had a start,
He pull the bars apart.
Blew the bloody jail and all apart.
Used all the strength that was in his heart
And he ran like mad.
Lest the squire might have had,
Poor little Angeline.

When he got to the spot,
And he saw what's what,
He kicked the squire right in the twat
Then he free Angeline
And they ran away,
Of poor little Angeline.


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