Mike Hunt

Mike Hunt
  Mike Hunt is a friend of mine
A very good friend indeed
Sometimes I get grumpy
When Mike Hunt starts to bleed
   Mike Hunts been feeling lonely
Because a good friend went away
Mike Hunts been searching near and far
for someone who wants to play
  I play with Mike Hunt all the time
I have all the toys we need
With toys or without them
Our fun is guaranteed
If you saw me playing with Mike Hunt
I wonder what you’d say
And if I asked you very nicely to
Do you think that you would stay?
  When you get up close to Mike Hunt
One thing is agreed
When Mike Hunts in your face
Your mouth is filled with greed
Mike Hunt stays clean shaven
Skin smooth as a windless bay
A thin moustache framing puffy pink lips
Is the only hair to display
The thing about this moustache
You’ll learn if you proceed
Your lips will feel a soft tickle
Nothing scratchy like wool or tweed
I’d love it if your soft lips
kissed me and Mike Hunt someday
or perhaps you’d like to watch
as me and Mike Hunt play