Shaggy, Shaggy, Shag–And That’s About It Really!

Tight.
Like a mouse’s ear.
That’s all I’ll say.

Oh, you want more?
Smelly Stan,
From the packing department,
At the factory.
Smelly Packy Stanny,
We call him.

Right now,
Each and all of us,
Give to the needy,
Gifts of,
Indigo. Tomorrow.
Not today.

“Yes,” she cried,
Too drunk to,
Realise that,
It was too late.
Damn you, cruel world!

I want a tattoo,
Of a butt,
With a butt-shaped,
Tattoo on it,
And I wanna get it,
Right on my butt!

Not arsed!
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