Horsey, horsey don't you stop
Just let your feet go clippetty clop
Make the whip swish
close up the ground
Win the race or your
dog food bound
Horsey, horsey don't you stop
Just let your feet go clippetty clop
Make the whip swish
close up the ground
Win the race or your
dog food bound
I don’t have a favourite,
I love each and every
one
Whether happy or sad
Cheerful or glum
I love Grim Kim
And Moanie Toni
Henpecky Becky
And Naggy Maggie
I love Bella Stella
And Indie Lindy
Funny Honey
And Windy Cindy
I love Tarty Marti
And Burley Shirley
The Felon Helen
And that twirly girlie
I love Flabby Gabby
And Escapee Lee
Chardonnay Kay
And Meat free Fi
I love Prudy Judy
And Racy Macy
Pristine Christine
And Straight Lacy Tracy
Whenever my wife fills in a form for me
And it asks who to
notify in an emergency
She always writes down
her name, what for?
I don’t want her
called, she’s not a doctor
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