The Sweet Taste of Colostrum–Gaudily Stained Y-Fronts

A trip to Pompeii.

By tooth or claw;
A sombre mantra,
So often seen,
In days of doubt.

If you cared a jot,
You wouldn’t go.

Uncle John.
“Go forth”, say I!
Choke on a knob;
Corn on the cob.
Cup your ball;
You only have one.

Whatever should I do?
They stole my tin.

Now she asks why.
What do I tell her, bro?
Fu Manchu.
Yeah, thanks. Wanker!

Mock the spastic;
You know you will.
Spread the piccalilli,
On your chalot.

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