she stood on the bridge at midnite
ooh,my mistake, the gal's a trannie
but you really have to make certain
so i checked and the 'gal'
has no fanny
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the vicar and the choirboy
were pouring communion wine
he enquired
how many fingers you'd like sir?
and slyly slipped in all five.
hooker Molly didnt like tuesdays
there was never enough cash around
so instead of posh haunts and hotels
she settled for whatever she found
disappointed in love and marriages
Mable screwed in railway carriages
in her dishevelled dress
on the Bournemouth express
she uncoupled the doorman from Claridges
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dusk arising (
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Comments2
Ha ha! Love it my friend
Great laugh before my M25 drive back Home!
delightfully up close and dirty... skilfully penned my poetic friend....
made me chuckle .. no end..
Neville
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