Can he, Annie? Manny, he can

There was an old woman named Annie 

Everybody called her Granny

Her personality, cold

That's what I've been told

Until she met a young man named Manny

 

Though Manny was quite a bit younger

For him, Annie had quite a hunger

He had a sweet face

That made her heart race

And in his mouth, a very long tongue, er..

 

He would come by often to see Annie

Knew how to release her endorphins, did Manny

She was worried he'd soften 

His wood by coming so often 

They started calling her 'a little too often Annie'

 

As the news spread, all the neighborhood's grannies

Demanded they have their own Mannys

They said 'Before we all die

Want to meet a young guy

To clean out our nooks and our crannies'

 

 

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