George MacBroad went everyday
From Hampstead Heath to Whitby Bay
At nine fifteen he left his house,
At half past midnight , back to spouse
But what a rogue! He told his wife:
” I am a postman in East Fife”
“A simple man ” Was his confession,
But little she knew his true profession!
For in Whitby Bay at half past one,
MacBroad, his trousers were undone!
And on a bed in Grand hotel
Revealed his wares he has to sell
In Whitby Bay ‘Till half past four
With socks and bra upon the floor,
He earned his keep and more, on top,
He was “MacBroad’s Enjoyment Shop”
In bowler hat and postman suit
Each day he earned his daily loot
And always saved his secret gains
To buy stuff for his model trains
But oh! If he knew, what was ado,
In Hampstead Heath at half past two
He’d faint in fear of his dear life
At the antics of his loving wife!
With whips and chains and leather strap,
She entertains a city chap!
“You naughty boy!” She loudly chides,
And like a horse she roughly rides!
While he is naked in the West
His wife in leather bra is dressed
Receiving money for her deeds
To purchase packs of garden seeds!