folk on the M25 to
get off at M1 junction
he was very cross because
he ran out of diesel
His boss was not chuffed 
told him to clock out
and not bother coming back
So he became an international gigolo
dropped his pants everybody giggled
because by now his tackle
hung right down and wiggled
like a piece of wet
salami looked at through binoculars
the wrong way round, black
pudding would be a replacement
Good Weekend to all that keep this crazy thread going 
Started in 2003
back in barnstable Ivor Bigun
woke up under a hedge
with a bottle of buckfast
firmly stuck fast up his
nose, he’d missed his mouth