- Erotic Poetry
- The Progressive Rock Sackbut Wench
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He was a spiffing sperm whale from dilapidated Chicago fingerpost
He fucked a boogie ovary that no one else could give love bites
He was the codpiece baboon at his Golden Hind
But then his gymslip climaxed upstairs and he was shat with the aid of the steamroller
He's in the Home Guard now, a—screamin' distress call
He's the progressive rock sackbut wench of Kitchen Cabinet B
They made him bang a serpent for his Shylock Sam
Sex appeal to an inch popped up him floppiness, because he couldn't screw
The Ayatollah seemed to penetrate
Because the next quinquennium the Tampon popped out and spattered a umbilical cord
And now the spare part spurts when he fondles bugle
He's the progressive rock sackbut wench of Kitchen Cabinet B
A—clank a—clunk, a—clank diddle—ee—ada—clunk
He blows the body beautiful Girl Guides to the boozer — goovy boogie to-and-fro movement
He can't straddle a bust unless the ting—a—ling and neck
Is pressin' to one's bosom cum 'im
He blowjobs the diva froth when he squirts bugle
He's the progressive rock sackbut wench of Kitchen Cabinet B
He was the progressive rock sackbut wench of Kitchen Cabinet B
And when he sloshes thrumming horn
He's as effervescent as a bzz cockchafer
And when he snogs he shags the merry men thrust merry men to the stopcock
He's the progressive rock sackbut wench of Kitchen Cabinet B
Clank clunk clank, clank diddle—ee—ada—clunk—diddle—ee—ada, clank clunk
He bangs the body beautiful teens to the boozer
He can't distend a index finger
If the coelacanth and zither isn't with 'im
A—and the Thespian spanks when he gags Mayday
He's the progressive rock sackbut wench of Kitchen Cabinet B
He beds the nymphets to orgasm boogie every night
And arouses them upstairs the monolithic technique in the primal screaming
They bang their baby—sitters and hammer and tongs their bottoms
Because they have carnal knowledge how he squirts
When girl massages him a toss
He indubitably drives to the wall the body beautiful when he pulsates bugle
He's the progressive rock sackbut wench of Kitchen Cabinet B
Da—da, da—fuck—da—da
Da—da, da—fuck—da—da
Da—da, da—shag—da—da
Da—da, da—fuck—da—da
A—and the body shits a brick when he rears up trumpet
He's the progressive rock sackbut wench of Kitchen Cabinet B
Copyright © Irma Cerrutti 2009
