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Sitting in semi darkness at the back of the pub,
Whispered conversations, while the landlord rustles up some grub
We can pull our own pints now; just leave the money by the till
Those nights are hard to forget and I guess I never…Continue
Her angry breasts declared a war
And for attention fought.
They conquered me, now I adore
The bosoms I support.
Her cunning legs, close for battle.
No soldier can defeat!
They open with a queef-rattle
For medal and meat-treat.
Her naval power is a threat
To world peace and the urge.
My torpedo for Suffragette
Gets wet when we submerge.
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Every little white starwho deigns to sparkleand sprinklehis tiny armsinto the burly black night-coat;I will think of your face in them.quiet achieversbraveburning so brightly and so magnificentlydiligent, truthful, kind and pure.you were a white…Continue
She won't wear vintage hand-me-downs, Unless they are Victorian. She covets Anastasia's gowns And drives a cute DeLorean.Her friends are from thespian camp, To protect the country's grammar. The lovely viscountess of vamp Instructs language with…Continue
De-rail not, the sacred is the mysterious(Though, some will not call you there)Let shadows fall . . . Believe in the waterfall,with faith unconquerablefor if your eyelids should drop - even for a moment,this waterfall in our hearts - can never be…Continue
They laugh at me because I do not bathe,cackling at my tattered robeThe Athenians are quick to judgeand smother themselves in gossip They cannot stand my repulsive breathYes! I love to munch on raw onions,but when you dwell deep enough,my words are…Continue