Fart Hotbox–Blouses Off, Birds!

Gimp!
Underdressed for the trip,
To his granny’s house.
Granny don’t mind.
In fact,
She’s quite turned on.

L’Oréal.
Laurialle.
Fish fingers,
With chapatis.
All broken toys,
Must be sent to Mansfield.

I’m a Morris dancer;
Morris dancer for money.
I’ll do what you,
Want me to do.

Who’s Grant Haygarth?
Who’s Phil Futcher?
Gravy cakes;
You just don’t know-oh!
Beast from the East.

“What time,
Do you call this?”
Dorothy enquires.
Bill’s dick smells,
Of Nigel’s arse.
Get outta this one!