we lay upon a grassy bank
my hands were all a quiver
i slowly undid her suspender belt
and her leg fell in the river
hehehe
So I waded in and picked it up
And was trembling and all of a shake
As I pushed it in and screwed it up
Like Jelly was wobbling on a plate.
As passion gripped and pulses raced
Getting down to the nitty gritty
When her breasts rolled down the river bank
and drowned !!Oh What a pity!!
And as I gazed into her eyes
As blue as blue can be
One jumped out and rolled away
Not much was left for me.
So the moral to this story is
dont bite off what you cant chew
You never know just what it is
Thats laying next to you
The plastic bits will disappear
and you will end up with nowt
With plastic surgery all around
Left thinking what it`s about
Dont snuggle up to Pammy Anderson
Where bits will roll away
Just be grateful what already got
At least the bits will stay.
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