I have just looked at the clock
And it’s left me
feeling great
It’s 4 o’clock on
Friday afternoon
Or what I like to call
the home straight
I have just looked at the clock
And it’s left me
feeling great
It’s 4 o’clock on
Friday afternoon
Or what I like to call
the home straight
A pub landlord
Is just a pharmacist
With a more limited
Inventory list
I see you differently tonight
Not the bookish
librarian
No beige sweater and
slacks
No tied back hair
And sensible shoes
Tonight, you are no
quiet librarian
Tonight, you prowl
On four-inch heels
Tonight, you are the
huntress
On the black stockinged
legs
A lioness in a cocktail
dress
Hair flowing like a
mane
Who knew what lay
beneath?
The shapeless beige
And baggy trousers
A woman hid beneath
the drab
A woman with shape and
form
Curves and undulations
Look under S for sexy
Nuclear Petunia was insatiable
A sexual being to her
core
She would do it in a
cupboard
She would do it on the
floor
She never got
exhausted
She just wanted more
and more
Petunia truly was
atomic
She just went on and
on
And in between no
respite
Just another nuclear
fusion
Wendy was bendy
And a delight to
behold
She was pliant and
supple
And easy to fold
Wendy was bendy
Her pliancy had no end
And in the bedroom
She was my flexible
friend
Gang rape is nasty
So is this
statistic
9 out of 10
People enjoy it
How do you make a fruit cordial?
Well, it shouldn’t be
an ordeal
So, I think the best
way to begin
Is just to be nice to
him