You are so fine
Like a china doll
Your skin's so smooth...in patches
Your fashion sense
Is beyond compare
Except your underwear never matches
Your hair's so soft
Like fine spun gold
Just a pity there's none on your head
Your eyes do sparkle
Like the finest gems
They're a brilliant ruby red
Your lips are full
Your pout devine
You can barely see your 'tache
Your teeth are...there
They're in your mouth
They're the colour of fine fag ash
Your figure is sexy
You have all the right curves
Though they're not all in the right place
Your bosoms are perfect
Apart from one thing
They're too far away from your face
Your bum's like a peach
Straight out of a book
That one written by Roald Dahl
Your legs are stunning
They go on for miles
Though they don't consider each other a pal
I've written with love
It's been from the heart
You are my sexy old hag
When next we're alone
I'll turn down the lights
So I can't see you when we're having a shag
How's about it doll?
2 comments:
That was....beautiful.
Thank you Luka.
As my old mum used to say, it'd bring a tear to a glass eye.
She always was a bit mental.
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