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| Not the bed of a (now) famous music teacher in Cramlington |
I started this letter whilst sat on the loo,
and the ring on me bum's dedicated to you.
Roses are red, violets are blue,
writing's exciting when sat on the loo;
and now as I sit I'm thinking of you
(more fun to be had with two in the loo!),
so now that it's said - if you know what I mean,
come 'round to my place - I'm still nice and clean.
Oh little Hartlet you know I'm a fan?
Come 'round to Slag-babes and make me a man.
For I'm sitting in bed
and rubbing my head
I can't think of another to woo.
I'm trying and trying
gasping - near dying
but I just can't stop thinking of you.
You asked for an ode - but soft-core porn?
well here it comes - pubes must be shorn.
The second on the list of things to be had
is a big red bed and that you have,
pillows galore to firm those hips
with their hole from home to warm my pips.
And that's about it - all I require,
You bring a bottle - I'll be your sire.
So when can I come - to see you I mean,
for you're now rechristened,
the soft-core queen.
Personal Comment: Having the poem, this song came to my mind, thought it is not in my personal list of meaningful songs.
HUMOUROUS HUMOUR ELAINE LAURENCEAUX England LAUR
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