that think their ■■■■ don’t
stink and their ■■■■ ain’t
owt else but 100 % alcohol
consumed from Lizzie’s cellar which
was dehydrated by Ginger Harry
whose thirsty as a tomcat
and randier than a rat
in a woodpile after dark
chocolate and Fiona`s whipped creambuns
which must be getting stale
by now even in a
sleeper cab with pink curtains
and a fluffy pink dice
and a black cat with
no testicles , due to catching
his goolies sliding down a
bannister with protruding wrong-facing splinters
not one of his best
chances of a future daddy
long legs part in little