An adventurous fellow called Ted
like to wear women’s nickers to bed
though his wife seemed to care
he looked better than her
killed the mood and the moment quite dead
I’ll just leave this here…
An adventurous fellow called Ted
like to wear women’s nickers to bed
though his wife seemed to care
he looked better than her
killed the mood and the moment quite dead
So very uncouth, and how quickly the romance faded
Tis a rule when the romance is starting
star crossed lovers refrain please from farting
but a month or two in
he’ll explode with a grin
in her face with such might, her bangs parting
But I don’t aim particularly high.
Friend of mine met this hottie called Trevor
quite a dish but alas not too clever
abs of steel, jiggly pecs
oh my god and the sex
always game, here or there or wherever
Let’s start the day off right shall we.
A rotund chap from Old Billerickay
in hot weather turned red and quite sticky
sweat would run down his back
and then pool in his crack
thighs would chafe and his pits, god how icky
Not sure my knowledge of singing ranges is actually accurate here, I did research it but you get the point.
Once a conflicted chap from the clergy
could not resist his evil urge he
started up a boys choir
all soprano or higher
now in jail for his crimes he got caught see
Go on, start the day right!
“It was great” to her husband she lied
lasted moments despite how he tried
he would fall fast asleep
to the bathroom she’d creep
called her lover to be satisfied
Just the one it won’t hurt.
Much.
A quite gallant and mindful Othello
met a lady, fair skinned, hair of yellow
kissed her hand, he did woo
declared his love was true
when in bed he found out ’twas a fellow
All a little bit inappropriate really.
Once a well endowed lad from Aruba
met a lass kind of shaped like a tuba
she winced at sight of it
but turned out a great fit
and not once has he had cause to lube her
AABBA. You know the drill.
Once a woman with high expectation
of a future mate and social station
though things didn’t work out
shoved cocaine up her snout
ended up selling ass at the station
That’ll sting a bit
Once a fellow somewhat of a sceptic
when his girlfriend said she’s epileptic
well he ended up dead
had a fit giving head
bit it off, got infected, quite septic
Living the dream now people, living the dream. Abominable I realise. But amost true.
Hey you said he’d not win the election
locking kids up gives him an erection
which he’ll force on your Gran
sister, aunties or Mam
build a dead migrant wall for protection
shake it like a polaroid picture
There once was a wife, sweet Theresa
who alas was quite prone to a seizure
Though sometimes during sex
he’d not know what was next
she’d vibrate, hub would squeal, a real pleaser!
I think this might be summer. Not seen many ever so they’re a rare old thing.
Seems whenever I go out the sun’s shining
has me grumpy and sweaty and pining
for the end of the summer
all this sun is a bummer
when it’s cold though you know I’ll be whining.
A something that might be a something or a nothing. We shall see.
Just something I was dabbling with…
With a broad grin spread across his face Drax slammed the blood stained hessian sack down on the counter top.
“Pay up Carlo” he said wringing his hands together. “Five thousand credits I believe it was.”
Carlo was nearly as wide as he was tall and his round, sweaty and rather hairless head held the appearance of being connected directly to his shoulders. Gold chains hung around where his neck ought to have been and his pink stubby fingers were adorned with a collection of heavy sovereign rings. He looked up slowly from behind the counter and removed his holovid.
“That was just getting good, this better be worth it Drax.” He poked at the sack with a pen. “Who is it?”
“Vivaldo.”
“Really? He seems to be a little smaller than I recall Drax. Where’s the rest of him?”
“Hey, just cleaning house, making the streets a safer place and all that.” He leaned in towards Carlo, a serious look creeping across his face to replace his usual broad smile. “He put up a bit of a fight so we only have the head” he said. “Now I know you normally deduct sixty percent for an incomplete but I can explain what happened to the rest of him.”
“I really don’t care Drax, You slingers know the rules.”
“Carlo, would I lie to you? You know me I’m straight up I swear It was unrecoverable, surely you can make an allowance. I can even show you the vid footage. Let me transfer it over, come on.”
Carlo heaved himself from his chair breathing heavily. “Is Dee with you?” he asked peering over the counter top.
Dee looked out from behind Drax.
“Hey Carlo, good to see you.”
Carlo grinned wiping his mouth with his hand. “Dee, you’re looking as lovely as ever, what you still doing with this loser? You can do better you know – my cousin Luca is on the lookout for a new partner, you and him would be great together.”
Dee tucked her long red hair behind her ears and pushed past Drax smiling. “It’s my curse honey, we all have our burden’s to bare right.”
Carlo peered inside the bag and then closed it up again. “We do indeed and yours is not only your beauty but this useless excuse for a partner.”
Dee laughed and placed her hands on the counter top and leaned forward to give Carlo just enough of a peek down her top.
“So are you going to give us a break this time?” She flashed him a smile. “It was my fault we lost the body but this is no scam. There’s no way it survived the things that call the Thames home these days. It’s gone.”
Carlo licked his lips and mopped his brow.
“If anyone finds it they’ll have my license you know that right? There’s a reason you’re meant to bring the whole body in Dee.” He shot a disapproving glance at Drax. “We really don’t want the man on the street knowling what’s out there.”
“Trust me okay. We’re good.” She said and put a hand on his arm. Men were such fools.
Carlo sighed, took the bag from the desk and placed it on the floor next to him.
“I’ll give you four and a half.”
Dee smiled. Four and a half wasn’t bad for just a head.
“And the other Five hundred?” Drax asked knowing full well that it would end up in Carlo’s pocket.
Carlo ignored Drax and slipped Dee a red credit card sized token. “Four and a half Dee, spend it wisely.”
“You’re a gem” she said and winked as she slipped the card into the inside pocket of her jacket.
“So do you have anything else for us? I could use a decent payday?”
Well it’s late night here…or was.
There once was a vet from Manilla
fell in love with an 8Ft Gorilla
found it ever so grand
silver coat and big hands
things it did with bananas would thrill her
and at their age…
chap refused to lave home – a grown man
so his parents came up with a plan
they would shag really loud
bring round the swinging crowd
and on Fridays his grandad and gran
This could well be true
Donald said “I know what will be beautiful
and a way to make cash indisputable
COMING SOON TO THE STAGE
CRYING KIDS IN A CAGE!
well make millions – Immigrants – THE MUSICAL!”
Shall we?
A religious perv hailing from Gent
gave up masturbating for lent
lasting ’till the first morn
he succumbed to the porn
by eleven was rather quite spent
You’re entitled to disagree but you’re wrong.
Once a pimpernel Flotus quite chic
In her coat – meant no harm – god that’s weak
Is she really that thick?
She did marry that prick
seems they all have that vicious cruel streak
A lesson to be learned methinks…
Well off friend of mine met this lass Daiy
a real gold digger, frightfully lazy
she would spend all his stack
weekly empty his sack
said he loves her I said “Mate you’re crazy!”
Ok not really…Honest
Lass I know back in school – Afrikaaner
could do quite awesome things with banana
they would make your eyes water
really not sure who taught her
if her mother knew it would alarm her
Just the one it won’t hurt.
A quite ravenous chap from Burundi
Gorged on pastries most weekdays bar Monday
when he’d feast on pork chops
steaks, pies chips and roll-mops
and leftovers he’d kept from last Sunday
Ooh yeah that it!
Once a cross dressing fellow from Dorset
thought he looked really great in a corset
It gave shape to his hips
Gave his bosom a lift
“make it tighter” he cried “really force it”
Hope you feel better soon.
Oh you poor little fellow, so sad
heard you piercing’s infected quite bad
and it’s likely you’ll lose it
lesson learned, don’t abuse it
how you’ll miss what you lost that you had
So good on your skin
A large fellow who thought “well alrighty”
When alone would slip on his wife’s nighty
Loved the soft silken feel
Made him quiver and squeal
Lace clad 300 pounds, most unsightly