I have met a woman online
A fellow silver surfer
We had a date last
night
And I really fancied
her
But it’s been too many
years
And I couldn’t satisfy
her
I think I’m suffering
From penile dementia
I have met a woman online
A fellow silver surfer
We had a date last
night
And I really fancied
her
But it’s been too many
years
And I couldn’t satisfy
her
I think I’m suffering
From penile dementia
I don’t need stimulation
Of any kind
Because I have simply
Trained my mind
To flick a switch
If I need to perform
A simple “click”
And I have the horn
I can get an erection
With a single thought
I consider myself
To be self taut
What sacks should I use?
In the garden?
Should I use plastic?
Or maybe Hessian?
I’m not sure I care
To be quite factual
I suppose it’s because
I am bi-sacksual
I am definitely ready to say it
I hope she is ready to
hear it
How will she take it,
who knows?
I take a deep breath
and here goes
I stutter and I stammer
thru
She said “I know and I
love you too
You are so cute and fit
But you don’t seem up
for it
Is there a reason you
won’t play
Do you swing the other
way?
Are you playing hard
to get
Or haven’t met the
“one” yet
It will take more than
charmers
To get into your
pyjama’s
Because I think for a
start
They must get into
your heart
Sing a song of sixpence a pocket full of rye,
Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie.
When the pie was launched the tills began to sing,
It seems that McDonalds will fob you off with anything
Dreams are really very odd
Last night my wife sat
up and said
“Tell Lionel to stop
It’s really hurting my
head”
I enquired politely
What the hell she was
on about
“Lionel Blair is in
the wardrobe
Get the tosser out”
Now considering the
early hour
I had the patience of
Job
And softly said “Why
would he
Be in our wardrobe”?
A fare question, I
thought
She just gave me a frown
“Tap dancing you
idiot”
And then she lay back
down