There were ten in the bed
And Fiona said,
“Roll over! Roll over!”
So they all rolled over and
Lisa fell out
There were nine in the bed
And Hal went and said,
“Roll over! Roll over!”
So they all rolled over
And Vicky fell out
There were eight in the bed
And Denise said
“Roll over! Roll over!”
So they all rolled over and one fell out
There were seven in the bed
Once more Fiona said,
“Roll over! Roll over!”
So they all rolled over
and the wifi cut out
the computer would not play,
the tissue box mislaid,
the phone wouldn’t stay where laid,
and rolled over, rolled over
there were six in the bed,
Four had landed on their head
Fiona looked and said
don’t have my psychotherapeutic cred
but at least no-one is dead
Get up you sleepy heads
Lets do Fiona’s lunchtime news instead
Roll over, roll over

So the camera rolled over
And facebook went live
Those who’d been in Fiona’s bed
Had gotten up and fled

and now that’s all been said
The night time read
Of a British Lesbian’s tale
It still remains unread
No banana rolls have fed
The hundreds who have said
They were IN Fiona’s bed
Turn over. Its over. Rolls over.
THE END
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