Written for insincere therapists. I study Social Science to see how people tick then I visited my uncle and he made me suck his ****. So I need all the counselling that I have learned in College, and now I have experience, to go with all my knowledge...
I’m not a pheasant plucker, I’m a pheasant ******’s mate. When I’m not ******* pheasants then I have to **********. Now who’s the lucky birdy as they all queue up and wait, I try hard to grab them all before it is too late...
One night I was drunk and didn’t care
With my boyfriend, I was unaware
Having sex in my car
Didn’t go very far
Something had stopped us right there
He said “There is something wrong”
Then it hit me (it didn’t take long)
I remembered what it was
A mathematician named Hall
Had a hexahedronical ball.
The cube of its weight
Times his ******, plus eight,
Is his phone number ... give him a call.
A bather whose clothing was strewed
By breezes which left her quite nude,
Saw a man come along...