Ok I do admit,
But hell, who gives a ,,,,,
You’re flirting with disaster,
If your underwear can’t master,
What’s wrong with wearing silk?
Isn’t all of your kind of ilk?
I do wear some sort of brasserie
Just above my knee,
Keeps things from rolling all about,
You don’t need it, there’s no doubt,
Victorias secrets fit me well,
If you don’t like it go to ,,,,,
You know what I mean,
The old Chinese and Persians look it up,
Wore underwear with sheen,
And even right on top,
Prejudices, nothing changes,
Agism, sexism, or any other kind of jissm,
I would have never thought,
You being sexist, sexless maybe,
That, I could have bought,
Anyway keep them dragons singing,
One more or less no matter,
At the rest of them, my balls be swinging,
Stop all that useless chatter.
Tomorrow night be ready,
I wanna hear that song,
And just to make sure it’s right,
For timing swing my dong.©30/10/2009
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