There once was a chap from Milan
Had a thing for his best mate Paul’s gran
Craved her wrinkly bits
And her pendulous tits
of her saggy old thighs, a big fan
An irregular builder from Goole
Bought a potion to soften his stool
He strained with a large load
And his bowels did explode
Don’t gamble with farts, that’s the rule
A woman from Selby quite cute
Survived mostly on vege’s and fruit
But most every fart
Would result in a shart
Just imagine the stress of each toot
A lonely young chap from Uganda
At the zoo fell in love with a panda
Craved its fluffy white thighs
And it’s come to be eyes
Got him rather aroused, double hander!
Afterwards 