Lover, secretly behind your smile
The words of love nakedly
Discover your breasts and your neck
And your hips and your eyelids
Discover every caress
So that the kisses in your eyes
Reveal entire the whole of you.
Gather round all you whorey
Gather round and hear this story.
When a man rows old, & his balls grow cold
And the tip of his ***** turns blue,
It bends in the middle like a 1 string fiddle
He can tell you a tale or two.
So pull up a chair, and...
Here's a jolly little ditty I'd like to share. Pure poetry!
There once was a hermit called Dave
Who kept a dead ***** in his cave.
He said, "I'll admit
I'm a bit of a ****.
But look at the money I save!"
These little gems were all penned by my good friend and drinking companion A. Nonny Mouse to whom all letters of protest and vilification should be addressed. Thenk you.
There was an old priest from Siberia,