Southern Comfort's and my saga...

My Cutie Pie Walt asked me to take a ride on his bicycle and this here was our adventure

Ya gots me sittin on yore handlebars and Ya be a pedalin to beat the band,
You have captured one of my hooters, in yore big ole hand.
You are bein so naughty, Ya keeps given my nibben a tweak,
With yore constant foolin round, yore makin me plum weak.
I whisper," Have Mercy, Walt, let's park this bike and rest a spell!"
You wasted no time in stoppin, I noticed that yore speedo had started to bloom and swell.
You pushed me down upon the green grass,
Afore I could catch my breath, Ya had two handfulls of my ass.
Yore teeth pulled down my tube top, releasin the twins,
Then yore warm lips sucked my nibbens in!
You are such a greedy Baby,
You adore hooters, thar aint no maybe.
Ya was a goin fur the gold, when a cop whacked yore tail,
He said," Unhand that woman or spend the night in jail!"
" This aint the place, fur engagin in the wild thang, so git on that bike and go!"
" Ya best git it in high and don't let me see Ya round here no Mo!"

Back ridin on the ole bicycle, nibbins again I did tickle.
Got me so randy I do swear, the girl she had no underwear.
Could stand it no more and had to stop,
Looked all around and saw no cop.
So behind some bushes we did go, knew it was on this time fo sho.
Some humpin and bumpin we was gettin in, never gave one thought it might be sin.
Heard a branch that did go pop, didn't phase me 'cause I couldn't stop.

Then on my ass there was a whack, Oh Lordy mercy the cop was back.
He said get up and move yore tail, 'Cause this time boy you's goin to jail.

(c)2007 Southern Comfort and Walt Hardester