Lips You can Kiss
I should've screwed old what's her name
You know--that gal from work
The one who wore the muumuus
Who saw "Soleil du Cirque" (giggles)
I should've kissed her on the lips
Instead, I only looked...
To see if she was bearded
Hairy women have me hooked
I should have bonked old what's his face
You know--my handyman
The one who practiced voodoo
A chips and candy fan
I should've had him fix my vent
Or offered him a key
(Perhaps he'd fix my toaster.)
There goes my fantasy
I should've boffed old Santa Claus
Who smelled of goats and rum
But then, he'd say I'm naughty
And run off with my mum
I should've shagged my auld acquaintance
When I had the chance
Ere they died or moved away
Maybe living with their aunts
I should've done their aunts as well
But they surely had diseases
Mad cow and gonorrhea
Now what if I did Jesus?
Contributors: | Francine, Kansas Sam, Nym, td, Anon., Neil. |
Poem finished: | 28th July 2003. |