Hannah Henna slinging hash at least
She's not the ***** who forty years
or more ago made me her
***** and my *** could be no sorer

I never even married her
I have no ring to blame
They forged the signatures to look
Then made me' look like such a schnook

I sorely want to knock up heather
But, all she'll make are crack babies
I don't know how to diaper them
At least she doesn't ******* men

Wish all my children, real and' pretend
Would one day forgive me for their mothers' sins