Dirty Raincoats

DIRTY RAINCOATS

Old Mr. Trench
Sat on a bench
And watched the children go by.
He would sit there
Seeing little boys fair
With a dirty twinkle in his eye.
Trench gripped his coat
Tight around his throat
Before giving a pleasured sigh.
He cleaned off his hand
Such a dirty old man
Unseen by all passers-by.
"They all taste so sweet;
Little boys can't be beat."
These are words Mr. Trench lives by.
So lock up your young ones
Because it won't be fun
When Mr. Trench and his coat are near by.