Reunion: #32 Larry Tweed

Reunion: #32 Larry Tweed

Larry comes every few years to our reunion soiree
We don't mention a word about that day
He's got his blond wife, number three or four
I can't remember which no more
But she looks a lot like Hungarian Hannah to me
Maybe it's his wife number three

Hungarian Hannah had big eyes and lovely tits
Not huge like full blown porno star tricks
Lapping up the cum from five waving dicks
Her tits were the size of those leather soft balls
Like ones we pitched in high school in the fall
When baseball season was winding down in kind
When we virgins needed tits we could not find
We'd be jerking off with a finger in our behind
While our balls hung low, heavy with nectar
Waiting for a chance to expectorate

We all had watched from Detention Hall 303
in the library on the 3rd floor where we happened to be
A gaggle of kids, delinquents at times
serving specific hours for each our crimes
As Larry and Hannah locked horns in an extended make-out session
Not knowing that their every move was witnessed by our section
We watched and cheered but our voices weren't heard
Silenced by the distance and the wind that had stirred

On the High School bleachers down below
Unaware they were producing a porno show
Hannah's tits seemed almost in reach
She looked like she was about to screech
as Larry shoved his banana in
Like it was feeding time at the zoo again

Of course I knew it was Hungarian Hannah that day
She lived only a long block away
I'd known her since 3rd grade
Memories like that don't simply fade
She had big eyes and blond hair
and leopard panties I didn't know she'd wear
They dangled on her well turned ankle there in the breeze
The weather was cool enough to please
How I wished I'd have knocked on her door
Oh the years have passed, I don't see her no more
Except in that scene my mind plays now and then
How she arched her back as Larry came again
and how Larry when he finished let go his pee
Waving his big cock for all to see
As it dripped all down the bleacher seat
Into that hollow space where we kept out feet
A long curving yellow arc like Mr. James would draw in Algebra
While Hannah lay naked without her bra
Those lovely tits like soft balls shining in the sunny air
I hear that Doctor Larry still has an office in Bel AirAir
He's bald now, no long wavy hair
Specializing in prostate surgery has made him rich
He's packed in the shekels, the lucky bitch
For there for guys like you and me when our time is here
and our prostate swells up big as a mug of beer
He slices out our cancer and then we wear Depends
He smiles as we go out the door cause for him that's where it ends

Sweet meat Hannah didn't make the cut
She became a druggy and an actress slut
You'll see her in "Topper #3"
where she gets fucked by a Glee
Club of students who take turns
Fucking her till her cunt burns
Of course it's just a porno, but it doesn't end so nice
She ends up with her cunt packed full a' ice

When she was a cheer leader and Larry was her bow
We all thought they'd be happy forever, who were we to know?
That life throws curve balls that hit us in the groin so hard
We are fucked before our time, before they deal the card
I didn't care when Hannah was sucking dicks on screen
But I could tell by her expression that gorilla was mean
When he rammed his giant cock right up her sweet ass
Oh Hannah, these thing should never have come to pass
You never knew I had a thing for you
Yes, Sweet Hannah, I cried the day you died too
In a subway car fully tarred with graffiti
Off somewhere on a siding in the Bronx your naked titty
tattooed with flowers, as you lay dead for hours

When I asked your dad if flowers I should send
he bitterly mumbled on for some end
Then spat it out, "she's got'em already Freddy—on her tits"
"I'm not Freddy, I responded
"I don't give a fuck who you are
My baby's dead in a subway car"

I never mentioned I'd met Hannah in a bar
or that she fucked and blew me in an alley in my car
That the hundred the cops found in her purse
Was probably the one I gave her for better or worse
She used the rest for a deadly dose of heroin
Goodbye dear Hannah, Hungarian Hannah
with you soft ball tits and great big eyes, ah
I remember your face as you looked up at me
sprawled on my leather car upholstery
You'd pulled up to your waist, your red sack dress
Your tatted tits look nice, but your hair was a mess
You said you'd swallow but then you spit
I just can't get over it