It is such a travesty
Of a decision I fear
Carol Vorderman
Winning Rear of the Year
But I wonder if Pippa
Gives a damn
That the voters
Prefer mutton to lamb
It is such a travesty
Of a decision I fear
Carol Vorderman
Winning Rear of the Year
But I wonder if Pippa
Gives a damn
That the voters
Prefer mutton to lamb
Are you wearing underwear?
Or are you naked under
there
Have you gone
commando?
Oh I really do hope
that’s so
I like to think you
are bare
Walking around sans
underwear
My son has announced
His intent to take the
pledge
To give up eating meat
He has given to allege
But I don’t know what
he’ll eat
As he doesn’t eat veg
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