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Click hereBob’s trainee filing clerk, Denise,
Had quite the most exquisite knees,
So when she tiptoed into view,
Bob did what any man would do:
He called her so she had to stop,
Then slyly caused his pen to drop
And, kneeling on the parquet floor,
Observed those knees (and sometimes more).
You see, at work one need a few
Brief moments to look forward to
And if she didn’t like this lark,
Who was she? Just a filing clerk.
One Tuesday, by the fax machine,
He carried out the old routine
So smoothly you would all applaud
And as he took his due reward
(Before his fun was yet complete),
Denise smiled, helped him to his feet
And murmured, to his utter bliss,
‘It doesn’t have to be like this.
What does a young girl have to do
To show the way she feels for you?’
Bob was stunned – he couldn’t speak.
Her fingers brushed his burning cheek,
Slowly, slowly drew him in –
So close that he could taste her skin –
And as she kissed him tenderly,
She smashed his balls with her left knee,
Then, checking they were out of sight,
Felled him with a crunching right.
Denise had long since left the town
Before they brought the swelling down.
Bob'strainee filing clerk, Denise,
Had quite the most exquisite knees
Which, when she put them to the test,
Left Bob feeling most impressed!