Cracker, Please—Welsh Lives Matter

I shall attempt,
Not to swear,
For the duration,
Of this poem.

No promises.

John Cena.
Your time is up,
My time,
Is 17:15 GMT.
You silly sausage.
Daft apeth.
Blinking wazzock!

I did a wee-wee,
Out of my willy,
And a pooh,
Out of my bum.
Then I had intercourse,
Numerous times,
With your mum.
She has big breasts,
A fishy tuppence,
And loves ejaculate,
Inside of her.

Promiscuous harlot!

Jack, be nimble;
Jack, be quick;
Jack, get on your knees,
And suck on this…

Dick Turpin.
Donald Fart.
Sorry, Trump.

Briefly,
I felt sorry,
For Jeckle O’Shibbledook,
Until I saw,
What was in his,
Underpants.
Ambrosia custard.
Would you believe it?

The Erection Section.
Sponsored by,
Toys R Us.
A Lego building competition,
Is all.

Flipping Nora!