I do have a favourite;
I like them with a similar name
Basically I have a bad
memory
So the names should
sound the same
Like Rosita, Lolita
Sita, Rita or Nikita
Anita, Margarita
Benita, Nita or Greta
I do have a favourite;
I like them with a similar name
Basically I have a bad
memory
So the names should
sound the same
Like Rosita, Lolita
Sita, Rita or Nikita
Anita, Margarita
Benita, Nita or Greta
Have you ever eaten vegetarian?
Have you done that; do
you reckon?
Well, no I haven’t,
but I’d like to
Tell me do they taste
like chick’n
A mannogram is a new test
And is the most
effective way
Of detecting if a man
has a heart
So, get yours checked
out today
I’d been to some bars
And drunk a few jars
And while I was there
I became the worse for
wear
When my double vision
Started causing
derision
And tired of the scoff
I took myself off
To be greeted at home
By a malevolent gnome
The bane of my life
My diminutive wife
But when I was drunk
I wasn’t afraid of the
skunk
Her anger I would
dismiss
And bring her round
with a kiss
But my advance was
declined
Which I thought was
unkind
I thought I would rise
above
Her rejection of my
love
But despite my attempt
To show her contempt
She still wouldn’t let
me in
I thought it may be
the Gin
So, I used reasoning
Without any seasoning
But what I said to her
Just came out as a
slur
Then she angrily said
“Go and sleep in the
shed”
Toward little ones I incline
Your little breasts
are fine
As sweet as cherry wine
Your threepennys are
klein
Toward little ones I
incline
Small by natures
design
Beautiful when you’re
supine
For your little
breasts I pine
Toward little ones I
incline
Disappearing when you
recline
Your nakedness I love
to entwine
And your little
breasts are mine
Toward little ones I
incline
The scientists want to
refine
I like them little,
bottom line
They are the top of
the line
Sex isn’t just lust
Or a mere coupling
A base fulfilment
Of primeval need
Or secreting
pheromones
Its isn’t just
mechanical
Or indeed chemical
It isn’t in simple
terms
A trigger to be pulled
It isn’t all out of
control
Exchanging fluids
And sweaty effort
There is more to sex
than that
But I will accept
That it is mainly lust
I always used to see her
And wanted to take a
trip
In her little yellow
beetle
As she cruised the
strip
But she never noticed
me
Though I hoped one day
In her little yellow
beetle
She would drive me
away
Then one day out of the
blue
She pulled up along
side
And said “hello handsome”
And took me off for a
ride
Well, that was quite a
night
That I will never
forget
In her little yellow
beetle
I had the best ride
yet