After their margarita's.
Always tripping over rainbows.
And three more she was hiding in her purse. It was getting difficult to carry them all.
She always had sticky little fingers.
And she had so wanted just to make a good impression.
Her name is Primrose Plumpp & therein lies a tale... or two... or three...
Caught canoodling what a shock.
Now they are in the pillory stock.
Those two daring Pilgrims of Plymouth Rock.