if I ever write come,

I’m rhyme blinded by bum,

if I write sock,

all I think’s cock,

blank paper of a notebook,

means hairy balls and tailhook,

butt in the face,

cums all over the place,

and those juices started flowing,

the faces start glowing,

and bollocks cum tumbling from their mouths,

let’s all go south,

munching snatch,

whacking one back,

whole heartedly gobbling one down,

pop the brown,

wiggle one into your pocket,

and I don’t mean your locket,

don’t be daft or silly,

draw those muffs and willies,

it’s human, beautiful and without doubt by the cleverest,

fucking hilarious.

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just juvenile