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She said she wanted
To have a full service
With that I was stumped
I was starting to get nervous
What did she mean
Was she playing with words
I knew all about cars
But nothing about Birds
She watched my face
Go bright red
Then she laughed
And again she said
If I would service her body
Give her a full MOT
She’d take good care
Good care of me
She smirked she grinned
She smiled and she winked
What did she mean
What did I think
I was putting two and two together
And getting one hundred and ten
Then she took my hand
And pleaded again
She said she needed serviced
It had been over a year
If I would give her a full service
She would buy me some beers
She fluttered her eyes
She pouted her chest
She bent over the counter
Revealing her breasts
She said she was desperate
She wanted a mechanic
I started to sweat
I started to panic
I said I was busy
I was fully booked up
Then she gave me a look
Smouldering and corrupt
Too busy for me
She whispered no she purred
I felt like a teenager
I felt like a nerd
I thought for a moment
I would dance her dance
I would seize the moment
I would take my chance
So I slipped the hand
Then she walloped me with her fist
She said she wanted a service
But nothing like this
She called me a pervert
For trying to get under her bonnet
And that prompted this rhyme
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Posted: 4/10/2012 1:27:59 PM | Wishes and Answers
She was hoping for Prince Charming
And she temporarily ended up with me
Isn’t life a real b*tch
Doesn’t fate take the pee
She was hoping for tall, dark and handsome
She ended up with small, bald and thin
Most times you end up loosing
And a few times you might just win
On this carousal called life
Fate can play many tricks
You need to watch out what you wish for
For roses have thorns that sometimes pr*ck
Take care what you may wish for
For sometimes wishes might just come true
And heaven forbid the same fate should befall
On someone like me or perhaps even you
The lover that we all yearn for
The lover from a distance that we all crave
We might just end up with
And for the foreseeable future we become enslaved
Unable to escape
From the wish that’s gone so badly wrong
Too late to ask for our money back
Too late to sing a brand new song
She was hoping for a frog she could kiss
Who would turn into a Prince with her sweet caress
Instead the frog turned into her worst nightmare
And in hindsight with me she was suitably impressed
She got the prince she always hoped for
But he turned out depraved real fecking sick
She was taken in by his grand deceptions
For tall dark and handsome can still equate to being a pr*ck
Still she got her wishes answered
Now she’s sworn never again to make a wish
And tonight I saw on this website
Seems she’s joined me here on Plenty of Fish
The resting place of the disillusioned
The graveyard of the lonely and the dejected
She’s just added me to her favourites
And once more she’s been rejected
Life it must be said can be painful
Life’s not always fun nor is it fair
So just be careful what you wish for
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Posted: 4/11/2012 12:04:21 AM | Memory Lane
Taking a stroll
Down Memory Lane
Past the lost
The sad and the insane
Past the graves
Of friends now dead
My metaphorical walk
In my comatose head
Stopping occasionally
To say hello
Down streets and avenues
I don’t often go
Talking to people
I would usually ignore
Still in my stupor
Listen to me snore
Taking a stroll
Tonight in my bed
Walking with the living
Talking to the dead
Kids my classmates
No longer around
Six feet they lie
Under the ground
Victims of the troubles
Paramilitary greed
Pushing up daises
Lying below weeds
Burnt to cinders
In coffins with flags
The tails of the dogs
Others did wag
Taking a stroll
Down Memory Lane
Remembering old faces
Troubles and pain
A temporary aberration
For me not for others
Who visit the graves
Of their fathers and brothers | |
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Posted: 4/11/2012 10:51:41 AM | A Fine Wine
She said she was like a fine wine
Yet she had a big belly
Legs yes she had two
They wobbled like jelly
She smelt like a brewery
An old vineyard
Yes she was like a fine wine
Corked and hard
She was what you might call
Full bodied
She drank wine every night
Every night she had studied
Tesco’s knew her
Knew her by name
They thought her a bit simple
A nutty old dame
Her nose had gone red
Pickled I think
She was like a fine wine
A fermented old drink
Acidic with her words
Bitter was her taste
And she could curdle milk
With one look of her face
Her bouquet was complex
On account of her age
Her aroma was a bit wiffy
Her PMS stage
She was like a fine wine
So she said
She would pop her cork
Then she would give head
A real fine vintage
I think a thirty eight
She was a bit woody
Like an old oak crate
She was a little bit heavy
Very mature
And her thoughts were fruity
Not a bit pure
She was a vintage beverage
Her body was full
It needed a JCB
To give her a pull
She thought she was sweet
It pleased her old heart
I tasted her lips
Not sweet but tart
She said she was like a fine wine
She improved with age
Like a decaying Chateau
My money I wage
She said she was like a fine wine
I swear no joke
So I’ve stopped drinking wine
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Posted: 4/11/2012 11:07:23 AM | Reciprocal Laughter
Make me laugh
So she said
Make me laugh
And you can take me to bed
Make me laugh
That’s all you need do
Make me laugh
And I’ll always be true
So I made her laugh
And she took me to bed
I made her laugh
And then we got wed
I made her laugh
On our honeymoon
I made her laugh
Howl like a loon
I made her smile
I made her laugh
Behaving like an eegit
Behaving like I was daft
I made her laugh
Every day and every night
I made her sun shine
I made all things bright
Yet after a period
After a while
I wasn’t happy
I never smiled
I suddenly realised
I know I’m a bit daft
But in all that time
She never once made me laugh | |
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Posted: 4/11/2012 12:39:53 PM | Old Letters
I kept all those letters
From the days of old
Some with photographs
And stories told
I kept all the old letters
That we exchanged
Before that time
When feelings changed
When the letters became fewer
The parcels became less
And we both stopped trying
Trying to impress
I kept all the cards
With the Hallmark’s verses
And one I recall
With your exclamations and curses
That letter I kept
And now think that it’s funny
When you told me off
For calling you hunny
I kept all the old cards
That you sent to me
Compiled over two years
Or perhaps it was three
I kept all those letters
Over all these years
Some I laugh at
Others bring tears
I kept all those letters
I sent to you
The ones left in a box
Tied in rope coloured blue
I kept all the letters
That you left at my gate
And the note that accompanied it
Blaming it on fate
I kept that note
And all those old letters
To read in the sad times
And others that where better
I kept all those letters
Which I read now and again
And I read these letters
Words that cause pain
Then I find myself thinking
In error and in haste
You returned my letters
Discarded like waste
For I kept all these letters
Words that I’d written
Expressing my love
And other things forbidden
And you kept nothing
No memories no cards
I wonder what you read
In times that are hard | |
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Posted: 4/11/2012 3:16:46 PM | Conversations
Numerous conversations
Going around in cycles
People taking the Mick
People taking the Michael
Numerous conversations
Interjections
So many options
To make connections
No one is happy
No one is content
So they pursue all and any
They never relent
Numerous conversations
Simultaneous
With the rich and the poor
The unknown and the famous
No one deciding
Too much in their heads
Who to dine with
Who to bed
Numerous conversations
On internet sites
All talking garbage
Aka talking shite
Numerous conversations
So much time lost
And all those years wasted
Such is the cost | |
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Posted: 4/11/2012 3:41:07 PM | Choice
She was never happy
Never satisfied
She had sorrow on her shoulders
Pain in her eyes
She wanted for nothing
She had all she wanted
She was so unhappy
She raved and she ranted
She was never satisfied
Always complained
She thought me simple
She thought me insane
I’d so much less
Of material possessions
But I had no woes
I had no confessions
I was happy
Content with my state
I thanked my Gods
Karma and fate
I hadn’t her money
I hadn’t her wealth
I hadn’t her pressure
I had my health
I had all that I needed
Still she couldn’t see
From material obsessions
I was free
I think she thought me crazy
I think she thought I lied
Up until the day
The day that she died
She left a small fortune
Bequeathed in her will
She died without living
She’d missed out on the thrill
Of living without cares
Without worries or woes
She lived for her possessions
That’s what she chose. | |
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Posted: 4/12/2012 1:22:22 AM | Blah Blah Blah
On her profile she said
Blah blah blah
Her words they read
Blah blah blah
She wanted to meet a man
Blah blah blah
But she wouldn’t travel far
Blah blah blah
She was a lady of a few words
Blah blah blah
Perhaps a bit lazy
Blah blah blah
Not taking the time
Blah blah blah
To write a few lines
Blah blah blah
She had a nice face
Blah blah blah
And she wore a tight dress
Blah blah blah
So I arranged to do lunch
Blah blah blah
And we had some soup
Blah blah blah
We started to chat
Blah blah blah
She started to speak
Blah blah blah
And I thought to myself
Ga Ga Ga | |
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Posted: 4/12/2012 5:18:23 AM | Listen
He never listened to her
When they went out on a date
But he was strong and handsome
She believed it was fate
He never listened to her
To none of her suggestions
Did he pay attention
Did he ever listen
It was that way at the start
Before they got wed
He never listened
When she took him to bed
When she told him of the things
She’d like him to do
He never listened
She swears it was true
He never listened
When the babies were conceived
He simply feinted
He pretended he deceived
He never listened
All those years after
When she grew wiser
And he grew dafter
He never listened
When she threatened to leave
He never dreamed
He never believed
Until the day
She walked out the gate
Then he listened
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Posted: 4/13/2012 12:15:09 PM | Bored Games
I’m a little bit simple
I’m a little bit shy
A little bit trusting
No word of a lie
So when she said that she wanted
To play some games
My heart leaped like a child
I know I’m a bit lame
I was hoping for draughts
Perhaps even chess
And at snakes and ladders
I really impress
But she gave me a look
Gave me a little smile
Poured me a whisky
With cunning and guile
I suggested cluedo
Monopoly or scrabble
She pooh poohed my idea
Saying that’s for the rabble
It was then she suggested
Getting out the cards
Playing strip poker
With the gullible Bard
Strip Poker says I
What are the rules
As she put on three coats
I wondered if she was cool
Shall I turn up the heating
I said innocently
She said not to worry
Soon we’d be free
Of clothes and garments
All kits would come off
I started to worry
I let out a cough
As she dealt me a hand
She dealt like a shark
I got a pair of sixes
And thought screw this for a lark
She got four queens
So of came my shirt
She gave me a smile
And moved up her skirt
She dealt another hand
Like a professional dealer
Asked If I’d like a kiss
Perhaps even feel her
Feck me I near choked
Into that whiskey
This woman was a strange one
Seeming keen feeling frisky
She dealt me two jacks
But she got a straight flush
And she grabbed for my trousers
In a hell of a rush
Straight into the next hand
She dealt me a pair
As she licked her lips
And tossed her hair
She got four aces
And I lost my vest
She whooped in delight
At my obvious distress
Another hand dealt
I got three sevens
She got three Queens
And prayed to the heavens
I was down to my boxers
She was still fully dressed
I was bright red in the face
To my obvious distress
The last hand she dealt
I swear she was a professional
As I thought of my priest
And tomorrow’s confessional
You guess it I lost
I play cards like a joker
And she demanded I got naked
And thereafter I poker
The rules she cried out
Did I not know the rules
As I stood naked in my kitchen
Looking like a tool | |
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Posted: 4/13/2012 2:34:33 PM | Friends
I’m sorry it’s over
We can still remain good mates
We can still keep in touch
Have dinner dates
We can still see a movie
We can still keep in touch
We can still be friends
Be an emotional crutch
I’m sorry it’s over
I think we must part
I didn’t mean to hurt you
Or break your heart
I love your friendship
And you’re company to
I want to be friends
How about you
I’m sorry it’s over
It’s just one of these things
I’m not ready for commitment
Family or rings
We’ve moved too fast
Too quick too soon
Let’s just be friends
I need some room
I’m sorry it’s over
You’ve been great
I don’t want you as a lover
But would like you as a mate
What do you say
Shall we still be friends
Fu*k off you bast*rd
You can’t comprehend
How can we be friends
When we find new mates
Find new lovers
Go on new dates
Meet new partners
Find romance
Go to the pictures
Go to the dance
With brand new lovers
Who we take to our beds
Make new troths
Then get wed
I’m glad you’re sorry
That this chapter ends
But it’s over its finished
We’re old lovers not friends | |
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Posted: 4/13/2012 3:02:54 PM | First Loves
If my first love
Had been my last
There would be a future
There would be no past
There would be a present
No history
If my first love
Was here with me
If my first love
Had not gone
Stayed and lingered
Helped write these songs
Helped sing these tunes
Played the melodies
Then I’d be trapped
No longer free
If my first
Had been my last
I think Nirvana
Would have been in grasp
I think Utopia
Would be real
And I’d be trapped
But not in jail
Not in a prison
But incarcerated
With my first love
If that where fated
If my first love
Had been the one
Then this game of life
I would have won
I’d have been successful
In all my goals
With my first love
Who touched my soul | |
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Posted: 4/15/2012 2:53:19 AM | Advance Warnings
At last I was selected
By the lady anointed
I warned her in advance
She’d end up disappointed
I’m brutally honest
Be rest assured
My one great failing
I cannot be cured
Being brutally honest
Wins no friends
For people like flannel
To link with their ends
I couldn’t be assed
With lies and deception
No equivocations
No exceptions
Too much time lost
Too much time wasted
On lies and deceptions
By those two faced
So I had to inform her
Right from the start
There was a fifty-fifty chance
I’d break her heart
Going on my past record
I warned her of her decision
I asked to the reconsider
To think with precision
If she was sure of her feelings
If she was sure of her selection
Hoping that sense would prevail
From intro-inspection
But she declined my offer
Brave woman I thought
She really should have listened
I think that she ought
I warned her in advance
When I was anointed
That there was a very good chance
She’d end up disappointed | |
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Posted: 4/15/2012 6:04:46 AM | Group Sex
I got sick and tired
Searching for the one
So logic dictated
I start looking for some fun
Common sense
And logic dictated
That with many different women
I had to get naked
So now I’m into twosomes
Threesomes even four
Ah to hell why limit myself
I’m getting into more
The more the merrier
I’ve lost all self respect
I couldn’t find the one
So I’m looking for group sex
So unless you have a friend
Two make that three
Don’t waste your time
Contacting me
I’m into orgies
Swinging from Chandeliers
I call it compensation
A release from my tears
I couldn’t find the one
I think she found another
So now I have to compensate
With multiple lovers
I’ve got in with swingers
Fat women who can’t get laid
Unless they take six fellas
As a group on a bed
I’ve got into orgies
For my soul mate has departed
I’m taken solace in group sex
Because I’m broken hearted
My psychiatrist thinks this is normal
But he’s really f*cked in the head
What man in his right mind
Wants five women in bed
A man of my age
Needs to get his rest
Not humping and whoring
On a marathon quest
Still I’ve gotten into swinging
I’ve considered wife swopping
For I never found the one
Despite internet shopping
I’ve compensating quantity for quality
I’m substituting five for one
And I’m blaming my debauchery on fate
For not bringing me the one | |
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Posted: 4/15/2012 6:28:17 AM | Blue Shoes
I loved this woman
But the lady loved shoes
So I wrote me a poem
I was a little confused
The lady loved shoes
All sorts of colours
More than she loved me
Her long term lover
The lady loved stilettos
High heels coloured red
She wore them in the kitchen
And whilst sleeping in bed
Six inch stilettos
With little black straps
She considered more worthy
Than loving this chap
Every Saturday
She’d head into town
Looking for shoes
In boutiques to be found
For five or six hours
Every single week
For black and red shoes
This woman did seek
Hundreds of pounds
Numerous cheques
She’d pay for those shoes
And then get vexed
If I happened to enquire
About the cost about the price
She’d go dark and secretive
Such was her vice
She’d buy several pairs
Keep them hidden in her boot
Slip them inside
Like bank robbers look
Keep them hidden in the loft
Then she’d sit in the dark
Admiring those shoes
Feck this for a lack
So I laid down the law
She was asked to choose
Then I was dumped on my ass
For Jimmy Choo shoes | |
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Posted: 4/15/2012 10:35:44 AM | The Curriculum Vitae
I’m very sexy
Very attractive
Easy to speak to
Quite connected
I’m very well educated
Intelligent too
I like fine wines
I might even like you
I’m physically active
And I have a good figure
I love to do calisthenics
Please don’t snigg*r
I’ve an excellent job
I don’t suffer fools
I’m a managing director
I help make the rules
I love to have vacations
To places in the sun
I’m looking for romance
Perhaps even the one
I love my comfort
Five star executive hotels
I love to drink champers
Cognac and Bells
I’ve got three children
They’ve now grown old
I’m looking for ‘me time’
I like interesting and bold
I like a sense of adventure
I like a partner who laughs
But I don’t suffer fools
Making huge gaffs
I’m very energetic
I’m artistic and refined
I loved to be pampered
I loved to be dined
I love fine cuisine
I love to impress
I’m a fantastic host
And an excellent guest
I’m very high maintenance
I work and play hard
I hate couch potatoes
Big tubs of lard
I’m very well spoken
I’m an excellent dancer
And I can see at a glance
Imbeciles and chancers
I’m an excellent catch
This is what she wrote
Above is her profile
From which now I quote
They say self recommendation
Self praise without peer review
Is likely to be deficient
Is likely to misconstrue
She appeared very impressive
Impressed with herself
She never said she was modest
Boasting about her wealth
Boasting about her figure
Her attributes et al.
She was exactly the sort of woman
Waiting for the inevitable downfall | |
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Posted: 4/21/2012 4:03:00 AM | Car Recovery
I think my car has
C Difficile
Well that’s what I think
That’s what I feel
Either that
Or MSR
Woe is me
And my old fecking car
One new engine
One new turbo
And still the fecker
Refuses to go
One brand new clutch
And a full oil change
And still it won’t go
Maybe it’s the mange
Sixteen days
In its hospital bed
And now I wish
My car was dead
Hundreds and hundreds
And hundreds of pounds
And still it won’t start
Move along the ground
It’s not recovered
It’s in terminal decline
Despite a new heart
And a wipe and a shine
It’s still infected
Much to my woe
It’s a physical wreck
And it won’t bloody go
Stalling and spluttering
No power in low gear
And the money I’ve spent
Brings on a tear
It’s been repaired by experts
Diagnosed by robotics
All that is left
Is antibiotics
Penicillin is required
My car to cure
This is my prognosis
To be sure to be sure | |
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Posted: 4/22/2012 12:57:50 AM | Giving and Receiving
I noted that she was searching
Looking for a man
Someone to love her
Walk holding her hand
Someone who would be kind
And could make her laugh
A man who was intelligent
And occasionally daft
She was advertising for a man
Who could satisfy her objectives
And I became more interested
A psychological detective
She was looking for a man
Who could bring her joy
Security and contentment
A man not a boy
Who could meet her requirements
Meet her goals
This man would be special
Would touch her soul
He would like fine food
Partake in fine wine
Treat her like a lady
Satisfy her mind
This man had to be stylish
To accompany her to town
He would wear Jaeger suits
And she her best gown
He would be a professional
With a lucrative career
Drink fine French cognac
Not cheap Tesco’s beer
Then I read on
Expecting to see much more
Those things she had missed
That went to the core
I was looking to see
What this lady would give
Equally in reciprocation
In harmony to live
I was looking to see
What the lady had on offer
But she said nothing about giving
She had nothing in her coffers
It was all about receiving
Satisfying her wants
Seems she’d nothing to offer
To the Jaeger pants
Then I started to get nervous
I started to panic
Stared to get fearful
Started to get frantic
Because all of these women
Spoke only about receiving
Nothing about giving
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Posted: 4/22/2012 4:38:27 AM | My Old Banger
At last I’ve a car
That’s able to start
This car I’ve owned
Has broken my heart
It’s just like my woman
It hates to get cold
It’s got a big boot
And is nearly as old
She’s been given the full treatment
This car that I own
Still she complains
Gives out a moan and a groan
She rattles and shakes
When I ride her too hard
And lies about the miles
On her clock on her card
Her clock has been tampered
She lies about her age
And the cost to her upkeep
Is a huge draw on my wage
She’s been given a new facelift
New body parts
To improve her performance
And yet she still farts
She coughs and she splutters
She vibrates and she chokes
Her rear exhaust rattles
I swear it’s no joke
Her repairs cost a small fortune
My bank manager got nervous
Still the old girl got well oiled
She got a good service
And still she complains
When I drive her to fast
She struggles up gradients
She’s not going to last
I better cut my losses
Trade the old banger in
Get a new younger model
One red shiny sleek and slim | |
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Posted: 4/22/2012 9:27:16 AM | Tattooed Tits
I loved her dearly
I didn’t mind her zits
But I couldn’t ever cope
With the tattoos on her tits
She’d several problems
But then who hasn’t
I’m nearly a dwarf
As well as a peasant
I’m not perfect
I’m a little uncouth
Honest believe me
I swear it’s the truth
My breath reeks a little
Perhaps quite a lot
I’m called a fool
Sometimes a clot
She was a bit simple
In the nicest possible way
She was a bit of a skinflint
I always had to pay
She farted when she came
Let out a real whiff
My erection would go soft
It couldn’t stay stiff
Her grub was atrocious
She was a real awful cook
But she was shapely
Had a really nice look
I thought I’d be happy
Would stay with her for life
Make her my soul mate
Maybe even my wife
I really did like her
No I loved her to bits
But I had to say goodbye
Because of the tattoos on her tits
On one tit was Tweetie Pie
With Sylvester on the other
How could I suckle this woman
Fondle my lover
Kissing a canary
On her lover’s right tit
Well it just didn’t seem right
It just didn’t seem fit | |
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Posted: 5/2/2012 9:46:08 AM | Hi Cardinal Brady
Hi Cardinal it seems you lied about Brendan Smyth
Seems you’re covered in the stench more than a little whiff
Hi Cardinal it seems you covered up his mortal sins
And now you’re exposed your excuses are wearing thin
Hi Cardinal it appears you spinned us all a line
And now you’re adamant you’ll not going to resign
You lied and hid Smyth’s paedophilic sins
Let him move around to satisfy his evil whims
As he raped and desecrated your congregation’s bairns
And all those years back then you never seemed concerned
Now you’re concerned saving your churches’ face
Hi Cardinal Brady is seems you’re a feeble disgrace
Swearing children to keep your churches secret passions
And now the dirt is exposed irrespective of your washings
Call yourself a leader a leader of your flock
Suffer little children Cardinal, hear those words that mock
Suffer little children no not make the children suffer
And still you cling to power a senile servile duffer
Still you make excuses and refuse to take the blame
Seems the way of saints and sinners always is the same
You castigated infants made them swear oaths of perpetual silence
Cardinal you and your authorities were in God’s name compliant
You and your authorities you abandoned your faithful flock
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Posted: 5/2/2012 12:46:52 PM | Beaujolais Wine
For the price of a bottle
Of Beaujolais wine
I knew she’d give in
I knew she’d be mine
For another few glasses
Of her favourite tipple
I’d get a quick feel
Of her thigh or her nipple
For the price of a bottle
Of red Beaujolais
She’d start to get merry
Start to get gay
Snog all around
The girls and the guys
Show off her tits
Her ass and her thighs
For the price of few drinks
Of Beaujolais Nouveau
I could have me wicket way
Wild oats to sow
She’d start to get drunk
After the fourth or fifth glass
Thrust out her bust
Wiggle her ass
For the price of a bottle
She’d take me to bed
Have quick meaningless sex
I was bound to get laid
For the price of a few drinks
She’d f*ck anyone in sight
So I bid her farewell
I bid her goodnight
For the price of a bottle
Of Beaujolais wine
For a few hours when drunk
For then she’d be mine
Then she’d wake up hung-over
Looking like shite
So I paid for a taxi
And bid her goodnight | |
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Posted: 5/2/2012 1:43:33 PM | Body Organs
A good heart they say
Is hard to find
Unless you’re a heart surgeon
With a transplant in mind
Unless you’re a virgin
A non-drinker or tea-totaller
A good heart you’ll not find
In a boozer or a smoker
Just worn out old valves
A pump that’s clapped-out
A dicey old ticker
That’s not worth a shout
A good heart
Is what women desire
They never mention good veins
And arteries to stoke their fire
No mention of good lungs
Or a prostate gland
Seems women of the prostate
And lungs aren’t a fan
No mention of the cranium
Or the kidneys or the liver
Seems only a good heart
A man must deliver
To find a sound woman
A woman who is kind
I’m sorry I’m incredulous
Have they all lost their mind
They all want good hearts
What are they coronary nurses
Asking for good hearts
In POF verses
Seems from reading
Good hearts have gone astray
Well what do they fecking expect
It’s the millennium way
Obese fat feckers
Smoking out their guts
Stuffing their faces
Sitting on their big butts
No wonder a good heart
Is long and since gone
Better settle for another organ
Something strong thick and long | |
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Posted: 5/4/2012 4:11:02 PM | Sick Of One Night Stands
She said in her letter
The letter that she wrote
These were her words
The words that I quote
I getting pretty sick
I’m getting pretty tired
Of men who are devious
And men who have conspired
Men who are after
One thing and one thing only
Who pretend that they are single
Pretend they are lonely
She said in her letter
These words she did write
Though her spelling was crap
Her spelling indeed was shite
She was sic of younger men
Trying to get her in the sack
Who were after just one thing
And that just one thing was sex
And I looked upon her photo
I looked upon her bake
And I thought to myself
Even though I’m a rake
Better not complain woman
For methinks you’ll soon be dead
And I wouldn’t screw you
With a bag upon your head
For beggars can’t be choosers
Just be grateful for one night stands
For a woman whose eighty seven
Can’t have too many fans
A woman who’s eight seven
Should be grateful for a one night stand
And a little bit of a groping
And a dropping of the hand
A little bit of licking
And a little bit of p*ick
For so men aren’t too fussy
And some are fecking sick | |
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