The Boy stood on the burning deck,
His feet covered in blisters,
He must not die! - Not in these pants -
(They were his older sister's).
The perfectly batty escape from serious literature, poetry, good manners and common sense. But mind out - Here be loonies!
She watched him on the burning deck,
ReplyDeleteFlames up to his knackers,
Off! by ambulance in that! tight thong,
The boy is surely crackers.
He saw her watching his predicament,
"Don't just stand and watch"
"Go! get me my fire cement,
Or your bloomers with the asbestos crotch.
Wicked! We should go into partnership!
ReplyDeleteCan we call it a threesome and I'll illustrate?!...be like the Joy of Sex...only no sex...or probably Joy...but maybe beards
ReplyDeleteWell, in that case I'd better go and shave if I've got visitors. You're most welcome!
ReplyDeleteTo quote Dick Emery 'Ooh you are awful, but I like you'! and that goes for all three of you. I think you should go into partnership.
ReplyDeleteBut! His hormone pills weren't working,
ReplyDeleteHis breasts had all gone wrong.
And he couldn't contain his bollocks,
Inside his La Senza thong.
Cor! I bet that made his eyes water - nothing worse than a split differential - had that on a tractor once - hurts like buggery!
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