I'm a poet but I don't realise it. Wait, that's wrong...
Another week opens, a new question's started
A fresh chance to answer with last week's departed
But I'm racking and racking my memory banks
And can't recall times of interrupted wanks

Of accidental flashes, surprise parties gone wrong;
Of times when strangers mistakenly saw my schlong;
Of walking in on housemates shagging on the bog,
Or interrupting fun with their cunnilingual dog

Of that time I glimpsed my neighbour's beef curtains
Or how I know why my boss' arse is hurting.
Of walking in on family members covered in perspiration
Or times when my pork sword was revealed to the nation.

So I'm looking forward to reading the tales
Of changing room mishaps in the January sales
Or cocks revealed seemingly riddled with gout
Or maybe "that time that my nipples popped out"

And so to appease our officelol addiction
Stories are told of truth and of fiction
Of too-baggy pants and ill-fitting bras
In public parks or in dark, seedy bars

Yet among these tales -
Spectacular or shitty,
TheMagicDwarf regales
An unexpected new ditty

*proffers spanging pan*

Sorry
( TheMagicDwarf is back like ballroom dancing, Thu 28 May 2009, 16:12, 1 reply)

Excellent!!!
Quite simply EXCELLENT!!!
( SpankyHanky, Thu 28 May 2009, 16:22, closed)