Jack Pott—Tom Bowler

Pity the poor trainer,
In the stable,
When the racehorse farts.

Removal,
And safe disposal,
Of Hitler’s testicle.

The Muslim woman,
Sat at the breakfast bar,
With her Jewish fuck buddy,
Each tucking into,
A bacon sammich.
Nommies!

If I may talk,
Momentarily,
And candidly,
About,
My,
Sexual preferences,
Your life would be,
Completely unaltered,
As it is literally,
Nobody’s,
Business,
But,
My,
Own.
If only more folk,
Felt the same…

MAAAIIIIII,
EYE-DEN-TITTY,
DOE!!!

No one cares,
Budlinski!
Piss off!

You’ll never be a sailor,
If your balls hang low.

Fishy-fishy-fish-fish,
Swimming in the sea,
Will you bite my dangling bait,
And become a wholesome tea?

Or dinner,
Depending on where,
You’re from.